Another chapter, and a good one at that. Well, at least I'm proud of it, but I'm sure that most of you won't be too fond of it. If you're looking for the joy and happiness that was once the basis of this fic, it's gone for the time being, and everything is getting more and more depressing and sad. But, it's ok. Because I have the master plan for this fic. As always, read, review, and enjoy.

Geddy

Chapter 17

Link's fury spun with him as he tore down the streets, breaking the speed limit by over 15 miles.

"What a jackass!" Pussy ass mother fucker! Doesn't even have the balls to face me himself, he sends his little bitch to do his dirty work!" Link yelled to himself.

His fury spiked when he looked in his rear-view mirror to see the flicking blue and red lights of a cop car.

"Damn!"

Zelda on the other hand was the exact opposite of Link on her way home. She sat in the passenger seat, the cold biting her nose and fingers despite the efforts of the heater. The dirty tears on her face only made her body colder.

"You ok?" Serj asked calmly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"No, Serj, I'm not ok…"

"Don't worry about that asshole. You were right about him from the beginning, I just wasn't smart enough to see it," Serj recanted.

"Shut up!" she screamed suddenly.

"Excuse me!" Serj growled.

"You fucken heard me you egotistical asswipe!" Zelda shouted again.

Serj was actually a little stunned. His sister had never gone off on him like that, and it was more than just strange. His eyes narrowed a bit…

"You are such an asshole, you know that! I made one mistake and you're going off on it like it's the biggest thing ever. Seriously, get the fuck over it. Don't you think you've done even damage? It wasn't even Link's fault, he was fucking drunk!"

"That's no excuse," Serj retorted.

"Maybe not to you, but I've got some news for you asshole! I've been with Link since the middle of last year. Yeah, that's right," Zelda continued when she noticed the look on her brother's shocked face.

"What?"

"Yeah, that's right you dumbfuck. You fucked up everything! Me and Link were happy together, and I don't even regret what happened in New York. You're treating me like a slave, and I'm fucken tired of it! Now even Link hates me because of you. This shit is going to stop!" she screamed, her cries becoming more emotional as tears stretched down her face.

"Zelda, I'm just trying to look out for your wellbeing and taking care of you!" Serj shouted back.

"Well, you're not! You're the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I fucken hate you!"

By this time, they had pulled up in the driveway. Serj didn't know what to say. Zelda threw the door to the car open and slammed it shut as hard as she could. She stomped off to the house in complete rage and loathing.

Serj sat in his car, just staring at the steering wheel. He had never meant for this to happen… he was just trying to take care of his baby sister. His throat tensed, but he couldn't hold back.

His face turned red as he rested his head on the steering wheel. He sobbed harder than he ever had, crying more than anyone could have ever dreamed of. He really had fucked things up, hadn't he? The night fell before he even felt like getting out of his car.

Link on the other hand was still pissed. He ended up having to go down to the courthouse and pay a two-hundred and forty dollar fine for a speeding ticket. He stormed up the steps of his apartment and slammed the door shut.

""AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

Link yelled at the top of his lungs as he threw himself down on the couch. He had never been so frustrated in his life. As the anger twirled around in his hot head, he knew he had to do something. He HAD to.

He stood up from his couch and turned his CD player on full blast with John 5's "Sin". Picking up his guitar, he flipped on his amp and just wailed on it. He put all of his hate into playing.

His fingers pressed so hard onto the fret board they began to bleed, but he didn't even care. It felt really good at the moment. Freaking out even more, he threw his guitar onto the couch and headed to the bathroom.

His head was so wired and bugged out that he couldn't even control himself. Snatching a razor of the sink counter, he roughly and very powerfully ripped across his wrist. Blood poured out of his wrist, and the pain felt good. He clenched his fist as tight as he could as to squeeze out more of the crimson pain. As funny as it may sound, it hurt so good…

Enraged even more, he punched the mirror, shattering it to thousands of pieces. The glass drew down and sliced up his knuckles, even more blood coating his hand with his clenched fist. He fell to his knees and started to cry finally. What had happened to everything he once knew? The once great Link had fallen to pieces…

As he fell out of consciousness, he couldn't help but think about Zelda, who was up in her room seething. Serj scratched his head and headed up the stairs of their house. Feeling worse than ever, he made his way to his sister's room… with caution.

"Zelda?" he called as he lightly knocked on her door.

"What!" she screamed.

"Can I come in?"

"Fuck off!"

Ignoring her attitude, he opened the door, but quickly retreated as he saw a vase come splashing against the door, glass flying in every direction. Poking his head in to make sure the coast was clear, he stepped into the room to see his crying sister.

She was on the edge of her bed with her hands in her face, balling like he had never seen. Feeling such guilt, he slowly walked over to her and sat down on the bed next to her. He leaned into her and put his arms around her to comfort the girl.

"What happened to everything?" she balled and wrapped her arms around her brother, drenching his shoulder with tears.

"Things just happen Zelda, we'll just have to deal with it and move on…"

"Easier said than done," she stated even through her sobs.

"I know, I know all too well. I can't make things right, and I know I can't. I fucked up, and I fucked up bad. I didn't just hurt other people, but I hurt myself too you know," he attempted a comforting statement.

"How?"

"Well, look at. I mean, the whole senior class hates me for what I did, and I get evil stares all the time now. That's not too bad, but Link handed me my dream on a silver platter, and look what I did. I let my temper get out of hand and I threw it away like trash. There's no way anything could ever happen again…"

Serj stayed with her until she finally cried herself to sleep. Resting her head on the white fluffy pillow, he drew the warm blankets over her and kissed her forehead. Shaking his head, he headed out of her room and lightly shut the door.

He grabbed his face and leaned up against the door. Sliding down it like a dead body, he slumped into a strange form and just rested there. He fucked up more than he would ever know…

The darkness began to fade and light broke as the morning dawned a new day. Link still laid in his bathroom in a pool of blood. Suddenly, he felt horrifying pain surge through his body. He coughed and sputtered as the stench of blood flowed into his nostrils.

He grabbed the edge of the sink and pulled himself up. Glancing at the clock, he noticed that it was only 6 in the morning. Shaking his head from the throbbing pain, he slid into the shower with his clothes on and turned on the warm water. He just simply laid there and let the soothing water wash over his body.

He could feel the sticky blood begin to break up and return to it's liquid form as the warm water soaked into it. Blood ran down his face and over all of his clothes. He hadn't never cared less in his life.

He laid there for what seemed like three hours, but when he finally came to and got out, he realized that had only been in there for forty-five minutes. Throwing his wet clothes into the corner of his bathroom, he grabbed a nearby towel and began to dry himself off. Avoiding his cuts as much as possible, he then realized he would have to bandage all of that up.

Grabbing bandage and some medical tape, he wrapped up his wrist several times before stretching to tape over it. He was more than surprised that the cut didn't go too deep. He knew however that there was no way he would be able to cover up his bruised and sliced knuckles.

Grabbing a pair of boxers and jeans, he slid them on and grabbed a nearby Avenged Sevenfold T-shirt. He picked up his hoody and tossed it on to at least cover up the bandage, and luckily for him, he had cut thumbholes in it, which pretty much covered his knuckles. Sighing, he stretched a beanie over his head and slumped down onto the couch.

He didn't have to leave for another thirty minutes, so he grabbed his guitar and rested it on his thigh. He winced in pain however when he realized he had cut the fingertips on his left hand. Aggravated at the fact that he couldn't even practice his guitar, he laid it down and entered the cold morning air outside his apartment.

He sighed more as he pulled his cigarettes from his hoody pocket and flipped open his Zippo. He inhaled the soothing cancer into his lungs and closed his eyes. It felt so good, despite how much his wrist and hand was eating away at his nerves. The smoke helped to calm and sooth him, and almost fired him up for another day. Link had a feeling that he was going to be like this for a while now… dismal… lost… dead….

When he got to school, Mido and Kafei were even able to pick up on it. Things with Link seemed as though his mind was thrown into a gutter, then stuck back in his head with mud all over it. He was acting strange… like he didn't care about anything… They were right.

"You… you ok man?" Mido asked.

"I'm good," Link lied.

"Seriously. You look really pale…"

Link knew this was from blood loss, but he sure as hell wasn't about to tell anyone about it. He listened intently to all of his teachers and took notes, something Link normally would not have done. It wasn't that he cared about his classes, oh no. He didn't have anything better to do, since he didn't really think at all anymore.

Zelda was the opposite in her classes. She stared into space and didn't even seem like she could see in color. She chewed on the bland eraser of her school issued pencil, continually thinking about Link. She wondered if he hated her, loved her, didn't care either way, or what exactly was going on through his head. One of her guesses had to be right, but here was no way of knowing without hearing it from Link's mouth.

Though, she knew just as well as Serj did that there was no way Link would talk to either of them in a civilized manner. Or… would he? There was only way for her to find out… wasn't there? She had to try…

Lunch swept on in and Link headed to the cafeteria. Mido and Kafei met him there and they filed into the line that began to form for the crap they called food. Mido and Kafei seemed a little nervous, and almost tense around Link, but he didn't pick up on it. He himself felt nervous, like a little lost puppy.

"So, you're actually going to eat with us today?" Kafei started in conversation.

"Yeah," Link replied simply.

"What you going to get?" Mido asked, trying to push him into saying more than one word.

"Dunno."

Mido looked at Kafei and shrugged. Link just leaned up against the wall and looked down at his feet. He totally looked gone, either that or he had developed a sudden fascination with his bloody shoes.

"Wait a second…" Kafei began.

"Why's there blood on your shoes?" Mido cut in.

"Dunno."

"Link!" Mido growled.

"What?" Link asked, not at all in a convincing voice.

"Let me see your wrist," Mido demanded, a little scared that Link had done something stupid.

"Why?"

"Just let me see it," Mido pushed, a little more forcefully.

"No."

"Link!"

"Fine!" Link snarled and pulled the hoody sleeve up to reveal his wrist.

"The other one," Kafei said.

"No," Link said with a glare.

Mido snatched his left sleeve and yanked it up, revealing a bloody bandage and dozens of cuts all along his hand and knuckles.

"Oh my god, Link," Kafei said.

"Don't worry about it… I'll… I'll… be… fine," Link assured, but began to slur his words and get really dizzy.

"Link… Link!" he heard someone's voice echo in his head.

He suddenly felt very cold and light headed. His eyes rolled around in their sockets in a irate fashion. He suddenly felt a horrible feeling in his stomach and he lurched forward. His throat suddenly burned with fire as blood spewed out of his mouth.

From the other side of the cafeteria, Zelda watched with horror as she saw him collapse to the ground.