Zack pushed Cody out of the way and headed towards the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and collapsed on the floor. He began to shudder violently. He raised his head just enough to reach the toilets seat and ejected the contents of his stomach.
"Fuck." he muttered, grabbing a razor that he used earlier to shave with and popping the blade out from the plastic. He lowered his voice down.
"Wrists," he said, looking at the blade. He looked at the small bag to his left. "Or sugar? Wrists."
He carefully placed the bag on the sink and slashed violently at his wrists. He felt an instant rush as the blood began to seep out. He laughed to himself.
"Jesus!" his brother called from the other side of the door. "Having a good enough time jacking off? No wonder you have such good ball handling!"
"Screw off, Fuck-Face. Go back to Elm and fuck the brains out of the little whore Maddie."
Silence from the other side of the door.
Zack propped himself up against the toilet seat and took out a small mirror from the cabinet and cleaned the blood from the razor blade. He took out a small, white asthma pill that he got from Ricky at school and began to slowly, artistically chop it to dust. He pressed the blunt side of the blade to the powder and put his head low to the dust and inhaled. There was an enjoyable burning sensation and he fell back. His mind was dizzy and he soon discovered that an hour had passed away in minutes. He finished the rest of the powder and cleaned his wounds before rolling down his sleeves of the hoodie. He stashed the mirror away and took a moment to regain control of his high just for the short walk it took him to get to his bedroom.
He passed out on his bed.
2
He awoke refreshed. It was six thirty and he quickly jumped into the shower and washed his hair. He looked at his wrists while he let the hot and relaxing water go over his head and shoulders. He decided he slashed too deeply yesterday to do it again today. In fact, he decided not to do it the entire week. Give the new wounds time to heal.
He came out of the shower. As he brushed his teeth, he noticed his nose was bleeding just a little bit. He wipe it on a tissue and made another promise not to do it again until next week.
He stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed. He slipped on his ADIO shoes and walked down to open up the candy shop for Maddie. She partied too hard last night and asked Zack if he could open up for her until around seven, seven thirty.
Zack suddenly felt a burning rage, no fury, inside him. He did what he did at least twice a day; hate himself. His fucking state. He was a fucking Pharmer for the love of Jesus. And he pulled Eminem's! All because of her.
3 Flashback
Zack walked into the lobby. He greeted a few famous people that were staying; the Amputater, 50 Cent. He finally came to the candy shop, no pun intended. And saw Maddie kissing Cody.
He was too outraged to speak. A feeling of dread washed over him as he walked to London's room.
Once there, and when London opened the door, Zack demanded fifty bucks.
"Why would a do that?"
"Just give me the fucking money and I'll give you a job that you'll enjoy."
She handed him a fresh fifty and he showed her the picture he'd taken of Maddie lip-locking Cody. She squealed and started running. Zack stopped her.
"Make her the most hated bitch in Boston, like she did to you. I want her on the fucking newspaper. Do you have anything for head aches."
She looked at Zack and realized his tempers roots. She showed him the bathroom and gave him two tiny pills before running to spread the news .
He was about to pop them when he found a razor blade. He'd seen kids at school chop up their pills and inhale. They looked so spaced afterwards.
He found a hand mirror and began to chop the pills. He inhaled.
That was three years ago.
4
Zack waited until six forty-five to ditch the stand and walked to the Arcade to blow off some steam. He'd stolen about ten dollars from the cash register-Maddied get in trouble and possibly fired, so who cared?- and was planning on spending it all on video games.
His first game was a totally violent game. You shot everyone in site, no matter who it was. His eyes seemed to blur in front of him as he placed the quarters in. They focused again. The first was a bitch-Maddie. She an across the screen, arms extended. He shot out her leg. She fell. He shot her in the arms and stomach. She howled in pain as his stress was replaced by amusement. He finally shot her in the temple then neck. A boy scampered towards him full speed. It was Cody, his hand welding a knife. He shot out both his feet. The animation fell face down. He raised his head and drew his hand back. Zack shot the animations hands off. He finally finished it off with a head shot-middle of the forehead.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He veered around and shot at…Arwin.
"You okay there, Buddy?"
"Yeah…yeah. Just…getting some time in."
"Alright. You better leave. You might miss the bus."
Zack never spent all the money on video games.
5
Bob was concerned about Zack. He realized that Zack wasn't acting like himself. He saw the marks on his wrists and the bloody nose. He never said a thing
Zack sat down next to Sunny in class. She nibbled his left ear.
There was a shot. Ricky was in the doorway. Holding a revolver. He pointed it at Zack and screamed; "Where's my money!"
Then shot.