I walked into a deserted an alley. There wasn't even a rat there. I knew right away that Zack had something to do with this. That this was what he meant when he said 'they won't bother you anymore.' I just hope Zack didn't do anything stupid.

Granted, he was still mad at me from last night, I still didn't want him doing anything stupid on the account of me, which he probably already did.

I walked back to the suite after I left the alley. When I walked in Mom and Zack were both sitting on the couch waiting for me to come back. I slowly walked over and sat down. Their eyes followed me the whole way, it kind of freaked me out.

Even after I had sat down they kept staring at me for about two minutes before someone actually said something.

"Cody, we want to help you, but you have to let us. " Mom said.

"Oh, yeah? Well I don't want your help! I don't need it! I'm just fine."

I wanted so much to let them help, but after Zack had reacted the way he did last night I knew I couldn't let them help. I was just going to bring them down with me. I had to help myself, I couldn't let anyone help me. This was my problem, no one else's, and I had to deal with it on my own.

After I said that I walked into the room and was about to shut the door when I heard Zack speak up, so I left it opened a little so I could hear.

"Mom, I think we need to get Cody professional help…" I heard him say.

I shut the door after I heard him say that, shutting out the rest of his words. I didn't want to hear what else that traitor had to say. I didn't want to hear Mom's response. I didn't need their help, couldn't they see that? I was doing just fine on my own.

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The very next day Mom told me that I was going to see a psychiatrist this afternoon.

"Why?" I practically screamed.

"Because you need help Cody," I heard Zack say from behind me.

I turned around toward him and yelled "Don't talk to me you traitor!"

"Cody…" he started to say, but I cut him off.

"No! I don't want to hear another word you have to say."

"Cody, stop it!" Mom said, "You're going this afternoon and that's final. Be ready at two."

"Fine!" I said and walked out the door.

I walked out and walked up to the candy counter and put a dollar on the counter.

"What can I get you?" Maddie asked.

"I really don't care right now, just something chocolate." I replied rudely.

"You can at least be nice about it," She replied.

"When your mom is sending you to a psychiatrist cause she thinks you need it, then you'll know why I'm acting like this!"

"Cody, just because you're dealing with something doesn't give you the right to be mean to people. Seeing the way you've been mobbing around here lately, its something big, but that still doesn't give you the right to act like this."

"Sorry!" I yelled, grabbing the candy bar and walking out of The Tipton.