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Zacky’s POV

*Flashback*

September 13th 2011.

Fuck, I just slept in the trash again.. I’m so fucking high. It seems like an enternity since I fought with my mom, stole a car and bought cocaine for over 2000 dollars. It’s a gray morning, the birds are sleeping still, and I have a massive headache. Seriously, I don’t know where to go right now. To be honest, I’m actually quite scared. I’m 19 years old, yes, but that doesn’t mean that I have a lot of experience with life when it comes to live on your own.. fuck.. I’m already on my way down, right?

The realization hits me hard when I gaze down at the white powder that covers my black favorite jeans. Fuck.It. 

Its like an architect drew the world with a ruler set to 45o. Everything is so blurry and askew. Nothing is normal. Well.. nothing has ever been normal when it comes to me. I’ve always been the problem child. The punker, trouble maker… yeah. You get it. You ain’t stupid either, at least I have to stay positive. I'm always gonna be the one waking up in a dumpster. Always.

*End of flashback*

I woke up with a jolt of fear. It was like experience it again. And now I’ve dragged one of them into my home? What the hell was I thinking? Anyhow, I just couldn’t let it be either.  He needed my help..

And I needed him..

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Brian’s POV

So it’s the second night I’m at Zacky’s house. The urge to get something in my system is way to strong to handle. I suddenly find myself out of bed and on my feet.  I’m pathetic.  I know that I am.

I want to leave this place to find the only thing that seems to be floating around in my head apart from wanting to fuck Zacky. Drugs.

My hands are sweat, I’m panting. I can’t see.. I’m blind. Blind and deaf. My temperature must be up to hundred degrees or something. I can’t feel my face, its poison running through my system if I don’t have the real poison. I don’t realize that I’ve screamed and cursed like hell before Zacky suddenly is in my room, cradling me in his arms, telling me that I need to calm down.

He give me two painkillers and water. Its not enough. But its something.. I swallow the pills with shame and guilt. I don’t know why. Maybe because I’m embarrassed about my situation?

Because I woke him up and that he is here now?

No. 

I like having him here.

He stroke my sweaty hair, talks slow and carefully. Seeming pretty upset himself, but I guess that’s just because I’m so pathetic. I’ve never cared so much before. Its my fault and I know it.

We’re in my bed, and he holds me close to his chest. My heartbeat is drumming in my head. I feel uneasy. I’m so young, so vulnerable. Exposed.

No one have ever seen me like this. I’ve never met this kind of understanding.

“I know. Oh god I know.” He whispers when I whimper and aches. He holds me tighter. Stroking my hair in a soft motion, I shiver so hard. Its like I’m in Alaska and the cold has dug its way into my soul. Where it belong..

I don’t know when I fall asleep, totally exhausted. But I do. The first time I’ve slept this peacefully in almost two years.

Zacky’s POV.

I see myself in him. He’s a reflection of the hell I experienced every single time I couldn’t afford another amount of pills. Its like a cold wind blow over your soul, then you hallucinate, all of your inner demons comes out of their hiding places, tearing your brain apart and starts eating your happiness. Like a piece of cake. I have time to take a good look at him, since I can’t be able to sleep for my bare life. The moonlight make a thin stripe over his cheekbones, and make his skin look so beautiful. So mysterious. His dark colors makes my mind go hazy as I, with the tip of my finger, caress his features carefully. Like a feather.. 

When I finally fall asleep I dream of the first time someone gave me a chance to change.

*Flashback*

January 20th 2012

The adrenaline that rushes trough my body is burning. The food I just took from the grocery store feels like a stone in my hands. I already feel the anger of having to do this burn into my brain. Its soon replaced with the hunger.. I need the food now. Its been 3 days since I’ve had a real meal. 3 long days. The people are screaming, “Catch the theif!”, I run faster. Suddenly I see an open door, a place to hide from the cops.

I don’t realize that I’ve been running straight into a comic store. A man with crazy red hair and a huge smile walks in my direction. “Hi what can I do for- Oh shit.” His smile suddenly disappear and its replaced with a frown. “What have you done to yourself, kid.” He sighed, shaking his head slightly at my dirty appearance. I feel unbelievably shameful. I don’t know why.. Its like I can sense that this man never does anything that’s against the law, but that he’s gonna change that now because of me. 
I was right. “Hide behind the counter. They’re gonna ask to look in the backroom. Stay right under here, and don’t make a single sound. I’ll try to fake your escape route.” He says quite calm actually. I don’t hesitate to follow his suggestion.  I’m just behind the counter before the cops slam into the shop. “Did a kid with black hair and lots of groceries run in here?” An officer ask the red haired man.

“Yes. I didn’t see more than a flash of him though, cause I was working in the other end of the shop when he came in. He ran into the backroom and out the window, I believe.” He answered the dark raspy voice still calm. “Ok. Would you mind us checking the backroom, sir?”

“Go ahead.” He waves, continuing what he originally did when I came in; unpacking a new deliverance of Batman.

After ten minutes or so, I dared to look up at my savior and whisper the following question. “Are they gone yet?”

“Yes they are gone. You can stop hiding.”

I climbed out from my hiding place between a few boxes of comics and brushed the dust of my jeans. “You know that I saved your ass.” That was a statement, not a question.

“Y-yeah.. Thank you.” I stammered, scratching the back of my neck.

“You’re welcome. You need a shower, a meal and then a serious smack over your fingers. You won’t do that again.” He continued, standing there straight and serious. The green tinted eyes were deadly serious, but held also a huge amount of understanding. “Upstairs, and to the left.” He nodded, then pointed in direction of the backroom. I nodded back, and speeded off.  I found the stairs easily.

“I know I know…  I but I felt like I had to help him.. I know, baby. I take the responsibility. No I can’t be able to change my mind. Everyone deserves a chance. He hasn’t been out for too long, Frankster. I think he’s still in an early stage. I will hopefully be able to help him.”  

I waited shyly until he was finished with his call, and then when he looked up again, he pointed at the sandwich that ley on a plate on the counter. “Eat.” He demanded. I wasn’t hard to ask at all.

I ran over and took two big mouthfuls. He smiled at me.

“What’s your name, son?”

“Zacky..” I mumbled between the bites.

“What have you done to yourself Zacky?” He sounded sad. Very sad.

“I don’t know.. I’ve been a douchebag to everyone. I shouldn’t have touch the drugs but I did. I’m stuck.”

“You’re not stuck.”

“I am.”

“No. You’re not. You’re working for me now. That would get you off the streets and into life again.”

“But what about my addiction?”

“That will be a hard one, but you’ll have to get clean. I’m Gerard btw.”

“Hi Gerard. Thank you.”  The last thing was a whisper. But the meaning was still clear as glass.

*End of flashback*