We sat in the bathroom talking more until we heard Mom call us for dinner. I looked at Zack quickly. "Don't worry, I'll tell her, but you know she's still going to question you," he said getting up from the floor.

"I know, that's what I'm trying to put off. I really don't like talking about it," I said as I stood up from the floor and we walked over to the door unlocking it.

"Well tell her that. She'll understand Codes, you know she will," he said opening the door.

I didn't respond, I just followed Zack out the door and to the table. We sat down as Mom put two plates of casserole in front of us as she grabbed her own and sat down. I looked down at my plate picking at it as I heard Zack start to speak.

"Mom, I don't think we need to send Cody to therapy anymore."

I peaked up from my plate to catch Mom's expression, but it was blank as she looked up at Zack and asked why. I brought my eyes back to my plate while Zack started talking again.

"Well, we talked and he agreed to let us help him. He just doesn't want to see that therapist anymore. I think he's serious about letting us help this time."

I looked back up as Zack quit talking again and saw Mom looking at me. Her face softened as she said "Cody, if your willing to let us help you then I'm willing to stop sending you there. But why don't you like going there to begin with?"

"Because why would I want to talk to a stranger about my problems? I can barley talk to you about it, much less a complete stranger I only see once a week,"

I looked back down at my plate. I hated talking about it or anything to do with what happened. It made me feel so ashamed. It made me feel weak, scared.

Sensing my discomfort with it, Mom just said, "Like I said Cody, if you're willing, then so am I. But Cody, letting us help does require talking about it."

"I know," I said looking back up at them, "I just don't like to talk about it, but I will, just not tonight. I'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure, Cody, that's fine."

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We finished dinner with just small talk and then Zack and I went into the room to go to bed. As we were getting ready I heard Zack speak up.

"Cody, I'm really glad that you decided to let us help. You know, you were really starting to scare me."

"I was?" I asked looking over at him.

"Yeah, I mean, you were just getting worse and worse and you wouldn't let anyone help you. You wouldn't talk about it, you weren't getting any sleep. You were basically destroying yourself from the inside out. You were really worrying everyone…" he said trailing off.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just didn't know how to deal with it. So I dealt with it the only way I knew how."

"Cody, pushing everyone away and bottling everything up isn't a way of dealing with it or anything for that matter."

"Yeah, I guess," I said climbing into bed as Zack turned off the light.

I watched him climb into bed to as he said, "Goodnight Codes."

"Yeah, goodnight Zack," I said as I turned on my side and closed my eyes hoping for once I wouldn't have a nightmare, but that hoping was for nothing.

I was walking and I could hear footsteps getting closer behind me. I kept running faster, but the footsteps would just speed up right along with me. When I couldn't run anymore I stopped for a second. Right as I started to run again hands grabbed me and pulled me down.

They started touching me everywhere while saying things to me. One of the guys got down close to my ear and started to whisper to me. "You'll never get help. They don't want to help you. Zack will never help you either. He just thinks you're a weak, worthless looser. Just like everyone else."

I jerked up, breathing heavily. I looked around in the dark room until my eyes stopped on Zack and saw he was still sleeping. I wanted so much to wake him up, but after what happened in my dream I wasn't so sure.

I debated with waking him up or not for about five minutes before I actually got out of bed and crept over to his bed. "Zack," I whispered uneasily while lightly touching his shoulder.

I watched as he turned to face me, yawning. "Yeah, buddy?"

"I…I had another nightmare," I whispered looking down at my feet.

"Well, staring at you feet isn't going to solve anything, get in," he said as he scooted over pulling up the cover for me to get in.

As soon as I got in the bed Zack wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I buried my face into his shirt, clinging to him tighter. I stayed like that for ten minutes before I mumbled "They said you wouldn't help, in my nightmare. That you just thought I was a weak, worthless loser."

"I would never think that about you Codes! And I am helping you, what am I doing now? Don't listen to anyone when they say that, not even your own conscience. I'm always going to help you."

"Promise?" I asked into his shirt.

"I promise, buddy," he said pulling me tighter to him.

AN: okay so i made this one longer too since i wasnt able to update for a while. so this is the last chapter athough i have another chapter i can add on to this if you would like me to write one last chapter for this story. so please tell me if you would like me to write one last chapter or not... thnx for reading.