AN: Okay, this was mean to be a one shot, no pun intended. But, pretty much everybody who reviewed said 'update', eceot this ass hole:
'This sucks. Really. I've found from reading your stories that you are a) incredibly violent, b) obsessed with rappers and c) swear for the fun of it. Your stories suck. They all do.
And yes, this was meant to be a flame.'
Uh…I don't know if you know this, but that's why it's rated fucking M. And yes, I said fuck. Want me to say it again? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay, that was sent by Sketchy Ghost, creator of 'Unpredictable'. I wasn't too thrilled about it, since it's written by a 11 ½ year old, but I won't flame it. -Cough, cough- What's an eleven year old doing in the big-boy section anyway. Can you even wipe your own ass? Hopefully…Anyway, I'm done. Uh…no I'm not. Give me a rating from one to ten on how you like the story. And, no, not you Sketchy What-Ever. We already know your opinion. That's why I dissed you openly. Am I gonna get flamed for that…? Shit….
1
Zack opened his eyes and stretched. Class was just about over. His teacher towered over him.
"Have a nice snooze, Mr. Martin?"
"A bed would have been better, but I guess you voice kinda lolled me to sleep. Keep talking. I was having a real good dream about airplanes, and jumping…"
Mr. Vannote laughed. He wasn't a hard ass teacher. If you can make him laugh, you can squeeze by out of trouble.
The bell rang. Zack walked out of class…and froze. Ricky was right down the hall, talking in the corner to some tall, skinny kid, trying to buy some weed, most likely. Zack walked away as quickly as possible.
2
Zack entered the Tipton and watched as Maddie leaned over and stuck her tongue im Trevor's mouth. What the fuck? he thought. He took a picture with his cell phone and walked up to London's room.
Once there, he demanded this time a hundred dollars. She obeyed and he showed her. he told her to do the same thing as last time. She clapped and ran away. She came back.
"You're nose is bleeding."
"FUCK! I mean, damn it, I thought it stopped after gym. I got hit in the face with a ball."
London seemed satisfied with this answer and walked away. Zack wiped his nose and walked after her.
3 Flashback
Zack passed the girls restroom of the Tipton to hear sobbing.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked. He didn't become self-centered like he was now. The money needed to buy pills and the wrist slashing haven't happened yet.
There was more sobbing. Zack went into the restroom to find Maddie in a stall, tears dropping to the newspaper clutched in her hand.
"What's wrong?"
"You're not supposed to be in here."
"And you're not supposed to be crying."
She pointed to a picture of her making out with Cody.
"This is fake. All of it-"
"Yeah, fucking right!" Zack yelled. "And Bush isn't a fucking dumb ass that knows nothing about being the president!"
He ran out of the bathroom and into his mothers suite. he found a razor blade and began to cut at his wrists. He lost a lot of blood. He was trying to kill himself. Soon, he realized how high he had been while the wounds slowly healed.
That's how the Eminem's came.
That was two and a half years ago.
4
Zack went under his bed and found the BB gun. He put it straight to his head and pulled the trigger. It wasn't cocked. He'd forgotten to do that. He cocked it this time. He aimed it slowly at his head, then at a picture of Cody. He shot. The plastic pellet hit the glass frame and shattered the glass, knocking over the picture. There was a whole in Cody's forehead. Next to Zack's bed was a picture of Maddie. He shot at it multiple times. It was hung up on the wall. It finally knocked off the wall and shattered onto the floor. There was a picture of Zack in the far corner. He grabbed it and chucked it out the open window, into the park. No one screamed.
"Fucken A!" Zack cried.
He stashed the Walther P99 BB gun away and cleaned up the mess of glass. As he finished, Cody came in.
"Hey, what the hell happened here?"
"I threw a ball and it ricocheted everywhere. Sorry about the picture." Zack lied.
"That's…okay."
Secretly, Cody knew it was a lie. Later, when he looked at the picture that had lost their frames, he would notice that it was of he and Maddie. Even later, he would find the picture of Zack in the park.
5
It was finally summer vacation. Cody went to math camp, Max went to a soccer camp along with Tapeworm and Bob. Zack was alone for two weeks.
There was a knock on the door. Zack opened it. Maddie stood there, fuming,
"What the hell is the meaning o this?"
"Oh what?" Zack was honstely confused-at first.
"Of this!" she showed him the newspaper.
"Oh…you and your boyfriend…after a still going on relationship with Cody…"
"Why!"
"All's fair in love and war."
Zack shut the door on her face.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Zack locked the door and windows.
6
Zack went into the bathroom and dug out the humidifier. He found a bottle of Canadian Whisky in the 'forbidden' closet and poured it into the humidifier. He turned it on and let the alcohol mist wash over his face. He inhaled deeply, and began to feel dizzy. He inhaled some more. He passed out.
7
Lucky their mother was on tour for the Tipton. Zack sprayed some Lysol to get rid of the whiskey odor an replaced the now slightly emptier bottle back into its place. He washed out the humidifier and poured some clean water into it, then ran it to get all the alcohol out. He put everything back and sat down to watch some old cartoons he used to watch.
He laughed as Bugs Bunny said his punch line; 'Ey…waz up, Doc?" , then began to cry. It reminded him of when he was Zack, not total-mother-fucking-junkie-Zack.
He turned the TV off and went to sleep.
8
He got up and went downstairs to open the candy store for Maddie. But she was already there. He began to walk away.
"What, Zack…" Maddie called.
She chased him to the elevator. The door didn't open. Zack swore under his breath.
"I want to apologize-"
This time, Zack erupted.
"Apolagize? Three years too fucking late." he raised the sleeves of his shirt. Maddie gasped. "See these? One for every time I fucking remember October 13th, 2006." he raised the other speeve. "See these? These are for every time I wish I was dead-and fucking missed! And now, you come to say sorry? Fuck you and Cody and Trevor. In fact-" he screamed. "Fuck you all and the damned horse you rode in on! Fuck…you! And fuck these mother fucking elevators-I'm taking the damned stairs."
He began to run.