So help me heal these wounds

They've been open for way too long

Cody wasn't dumb.ln fact,he was probably the most advanced in his classes.But cutting; it never appealed to him.

But everyone who's done it says it helped.And as long as the cuts weren't too deep,and you didn't lose too much blood,then everything would be fine.

Cody slowly reached over and grabbed the package of razors.He hastily dumped the contents onto the floor,grabbed a towel,and sat down on the cold bathroom floor with a dozen glittering razors spread out before him.

With a shaking hand,he pressed one of the razor's blades against his wrist.Was he really about to do this?

He crawled closer to the toilet,just in case he couldn't stand the sight of his own blood.

Cody took a deep breath,and quickly swiped the razor across his wrist.

"Oh," he gasped,wincing as a thin line of scarlet blood formed on his wrist.

But it felt good.It numbed the depression.It made him remember that he was still alive.So he did it on the other arm,this time without hesitation.

The sight of his blood satisfied him.Proof that he was still alive.And before he knew it,he had multiple slits on each arm.

Zack Point of View

Zack scoffed to himself.

'I wouldn't have to yell at him if all of those things weren't true,' he though fiercely.

He sighed.

'I guess I better go apologize so he doesn't run to mom like a little crybaby.'

Zack walked over to the bathroom door and opened it.

Frozen with genuine fear,Zack's eyes grew wide.

There was Cody in the middle of the bathroom on all fours,harsh breaths escaping his lips.

Zack could see the many cuts on Cody's arms,slowly oozing blood.

He ran over to Cody's side,helping him into a sitting position.

Zack grabbed Cody by the wrists,purposely trying to inflict pain on him.And it worked.

Cody weakly yelped in pain,jerking away from Zack's grasp.

"Why? Why are you doing this to youself!" Zack screamed,shaking Cody by his shoulders.

Cody just merely gave him a faint smile,tears rolling down his cheeks.

He pulled Zack be the chest of his shirt,forcing him to lean over.

"I tried to dissapear," he whispered in Zack's ear.

Zack pulled Cody into a tight embrace.

"No! Don't you ever think I want you dead,or gone.No matter what I say! W-what would me and Mom do if you were gone!" Zack sobbed,burying his face in Cody's shoulder.

Cody was now sobbing as well.

"I-I'm sorry," Cody replied. "I wasn't thinking of anyone but myself.But it's just so hard.Just so unbearable.You're popular,and you don't know what it's like to have everyone look through you!"

"Cody,I'm so sorry."

"I know," Cody sniffled. "Help me up?"

Zack put his arm under Cody's,slowly lifting him off the bathroom floor.

But Cody felt his eyelids flutter,and he fell limp in Zack's arms.

Zack was not prepared for the sudden deadweight,and was dragged back to the bathroom floor.

"Cody? Cody!" Zack yelled,fear rising in his throut.

"I'm fine," he replied weakly. "Just a little woozy."

"Cody,we have to tell mom about this," Zack said quietly. "You need time to rest,and mom'll freak if she finds the cuts herself."

Zack saw Cody's arm shoot up,and felt his hand squeeze his wrist.

"No," he said simply. "No.Just help me to the bedroom,and I'll rest.I'll wear long sleeves so noon will notice.Just...don't tell mom,and I won't do this again."

Zack looked at Cody,worried about his brother,but reluctantly helped him up.

And as Zack and Cody walked out of the bathroom,the last line of Cody's song could be heard.

I need someone to help me close them up.