Chp8
Authors note: I don't own suite life of Zack and Cody…
Zack quietly closed the bathroom door behind him. He locked the door.
He took the knife out of his pocket.
He stoppped.
Where the hell will he cut himself so he can bleed to death??
That question never occurred to him.
He wondered
His wrist or his neck?
He put his knife to his neck.
No.
He should suffer as much as Cody did, he deserved to suffer as much as Cody did.
And by cutting his neck, he would die too quickly and suffer too little.
He put the knife to his wrist.
Shining, glittering, metallic silver again milky white skin.
He pressed the cutting edge of the knife to his wrist.
He pulled, and drew a thin line of blood.
He gasped at how much it hurt.
It hurt because he was doing it to himself.
But that bit of hurt was nought to a million of what Cody has felt before he died.
He looked into the mirror.
He saw his feature suddenly change.
His eyes more kind, more innocent.
His ears rounder.
His face more angled.
He realized he was looking at the image of Cody.
"You don't have to do this.." a voice-Cody's voice said in his head.
"I'll never live with myself anyways." He replied.
"This is for you ,Cody."
He pressed hard, and pulled as hard as he could.
He could hear a ripping sound.
His wrist was numb.
At first, nothing happened.
For a split second, everything was as it should be.
Then, blood gushed out.
So much blood.
Zack felt his leg go wobbly.
He feel to the floor, unable to get up.
His arm was almost complety dyed red.
So was part of his shirt now.
But not enough.
Still not enough to kill him.
He manged to hold the knife up again, with his uninjured hand.
The knife was what caused him pain.
It will kill him.
But he was thankful to it, it will bring him to Cody.
He lifted the knife.
He dug down to his red wrist, hard.
He felt it cut loose a vein.
More blood.
He stopped.
He felt something hard.
He plucked the knife out of his flesh.
He saw something, just a hint of white, beneath all the red.
He had hit the bone.
So all he could do was wait to bleed enough blood to die.
Which isn't long.
Already, he was in a pool of his own blood.
His sight is darkening.
He could bearly see the room now.
He is blind.
But he could still hear.
"ZACK MARTIN!!! ZACK!! OPEN THE DOOR! WHY THE F HELL IS THERE BLOOD COMING OUT OF THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!"
That was his mother.
She must have waken up.
She must have read his letter.
Zack remembered what he wrote:
Mom
Cody's death was my fault. I don't care how many times you said the fault wasn't mine. That I couldn't have known.
That fault is mine.
He is dead.
I miss him mom.
It hurts too much.
I want to hug him after his nightmares like we did so many years ago.
I can,
In heavan.
I have to join him.
Please understand this.
I know it will be too much to lose both sons in less than 48 hours.
Bare with it.
Prove to me, to us, that you can be a stronger person then we are-we were.
Please stop drinking, stop going to those pubs, ok?
Be a strong person for both of us.
Forgive me.
I have failed you.
Zack.
Too late to save him now.
He could see a tunnel in front of him.
Without hesitation, he walked into the light.
He RAN to the light.
He pause in front of it.
He could not hear his mother;s voice now.
He saw Cody in front of him.
Cody was part of the light.
Cody put out his hand.
An identical one took it.
"So you couldn't wait for me,"
"Nah. Who's gonna hug you after your nightmares up there?"
"Moron, there are no nightmares up here." Cody laughed gently.
"Your're the moron!" They smiled.
Cody pulled Zack into a hug. "I missed you." They said together.
Cody took Zack's hand.
All there conflicts on Earth forgotten, they walked together , further into the light.
Where they would walk among the stars for the rest of eternity.