Cody's POV

I clutched Zack's hand, I could hear him crying, he was in pain...in great pain. I looked down at him. His once happy face was now tear streaked and bruised. And beaten. And scratched. A frown, no not a frown, painful, pain, agony, misery. What else? Zack had nothing to live for anymore, nothing. He lost the thing that meant most to him. He lost me. Even though, I want him to live, he's got mom, his friends. Take back what I said, Zack does have something to live for. For me, everyone. I'll be proud if he doesn't die. And most of all, I'll be happy.

Zack's POV

I'm in so much pain. It shoots up my body and I feel as if I'm about die. I don't want to die anymore. Now that Cody can talk to me. I don't want to make mom lose another child, it would be too painful for her, and I want to comfort her, and I hope dad got caught for beating me. Another pain shoots through my body as I see Cody standing above me, tears running down his pale face. I know he's worried about me. I don't want to him like this, he can't be sad. But then I feel a pain in my chest and I cough up some yucky stuff, including blood. I feel another pain in my heart and I feel myself slip into a coma.

Cody's POV

Oh no. Zack's starting to breathe faster. He's dying. I have to help him. He's gone...gone. He's, dead. His eyes are closed. He's stopped breathing. Oh god. It's too late. Dad killed him. Oh no, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening. Zack is too innocent to die. He can't suffer like I did. It would be too hard, for me, him, mom, our friends. Everyone, everyone except our father. Whom I hate now. He killed my twin brother. And he won't get away with it. Ever. Death is unforgivable. And I loved Zack with all my heart. I can't just leave that behind. He was always my best friend, we loved eachother, we just didn't show it. And he thought I was a nerd, but that was brotherly teasing. Nobody ever knew that I had died trying to save Zack's life. And now nobody ever would. And more importantly, he would never live again, it's unfair. Unfair. Nobody will ever see his face smile, or laugh, cry. Ever. Except me. I need him to live. I place my hand on his heart to try and find a pulse. And there is one! He's not dead! Just holding on by a thread. I whisper his name. No answer. "Zack?" no answer. "Please you can't be dying..." I whimper again as tears stream down my face again. "Please..." No answer. He's in a coma. He's got to be. I can't lose him. I just can't.

This was short, I know. But anyway, review:D