Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold >> Desire Of The Soul
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Sorry this isn't that long, but the next chapter is a lot longer, and it will be the last one! I
think this is the only story longer than a oneshot that I've ever gotten round to finishing! Haha
anyway, enjoy and review, cause seriously guys, no reviews for the last chapter?
Disclaimer: I most certainly do not own any of the characters in this story :(
I gained consciousness to the feeling of someone licking my neck. I groaned. "Mmmm, Zack?"
I mumbled, assuming it was him. Then last nights actions come flooding back to me—what I did
with Johnny, the heartbreak in Zackys eyes, walking out of the hotel in tears—and my eyes shot
open. The black dog next to me jumped back in surprise at my movements. I groaned and rubbed my eyes
against the brightness of the sunlight—wait, sunlight? I took in my surroundings, looked like
a park. There was a dirt path in front of me with trees lining either side of it. I was currently
slouched against one of the many trees, with a black greyhound sitting staring at me and wagging its
I groaned again, knotting my fingers in my hair; trying to remember where I was and
how I got here. I remember leaving the hotel, but everything after that seemed a blur; probably
blurred from the tears.
I jumped slightly as the dog pushed its head under my arms to that it
would look in my face again, its cold nose rubbing against my cheek. I sat up straighter, stroking
the short fur on the dogs head.
"What you doing here, dog?" I said to it; my voice
croaky from sleep. The dog made a weird noise in-between a whine and a bark and wagged its tail
quickly, running around in front of me. "Well at least life's alright for some." I mumbled
under my breath.
"Bernie!" I heard someone yell, and footsteps approaching. The
dog's ears pricked up and it looked towards where the voice come from, but made no action to move. A
couple of seconds later a girl in her mid twenties, with Ginger-blonde hair emerged from the trees
lining the edge of the path. "Bern—oh, hey." She finished as her eyes settled upon
me. "Umm, sorry about Bernie, loves everyone, that dog. Insists you say hello to him, as you've
probably already found out." She said to me nervously, looking from the dog to me. When the dog
saw her he trotted towards her, losing interest in me. She still eyed me warily, and I was just
about to ask what her problem was when I remembered that I probably looked like a complete state. My
black hair was hanging in front of my face, only being party spiked up, and felt matted, my clothes
were a state, with mud and grass on them, with a few black stains as my eyeliner-filled tears dotted
my white shirt, I probably stank of alcohol and I predictably had eyeliner streaked down my face as
I'd been crying.
"Ummm..." Was all I managed to say, not being able to form any
words. The edge of the girl's lips twitched, trying to hide her smile at my obvious confusion.
"Are you alright?" She asked whilst running her hands through her dog's short fur.
I opened my mouth to say I was fine, but couldn't make the words come out. I wasn't fine; I'd fucked
everything up well and truly. I didn't know what to answer, so I just slowly dropped my head into my
hands, rubbing my tired eyes and trying to arrange my thoughts.
"I thought you looked a
bit too well dressed to be a tramp." She said, trying to joke. I tried to give her a smile, but
have no idea what it actually came across like—It probably looked nothing like a smile, what
did I have to smile about? The girl walked closer towards me—grass rustling under her
feet—and sat down, crossed legged, a couple of feet away from me on a patch of grass that was
shielded from the sky by trees, leaving it relatively clean and dry. "Wanna talk about
it?" She asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
I had no idea what I should reply. But
they say talking about thinks helped, so I could try. And anyway, she was a complete stranger, so
what did it matter if she judged me. "I'm a complete idiot." Was all I managed to mumble
from behind my hands. I saw her half-smile.
"The majority of men are idiots. How bigger
idiot have you been?" She asked, a smile playing on her lips.
"A major fucking
idiot." I answered, dropping my hands to my knees. Her dog walked over to where his owner was
sitting and laid down beside her; guessing that this might take a while.
"Oh, I'm sure
it can't be that bad?" She asked, the question also asking what I'd done.
"I cheated on my boyfriend...cheated on him with my best friends boyfriend...so
only have a lost my boyfriend by my best friend probably hates me too." I said, my voice almost
breaking by the end of the sentence. I wouldn't cry in front of a stranger. I wouldn't. I
sighed, frustrated, and ran a hand through my hair, which was predictably all over the place.
The stranger seemed to think my story over for a minute. "Do you love him?" She
asked. I nodded quickly, not needing to think about it at all. "Then talk to him...you look
pretty beat up about it yourself. Apologise, if he still loves you, he might give you another
I sighed again, knowing that an apology wouldn't cover it. Zee trusted me, I
broke it...once trust has been broken, it can never be repaired properly...there's always cracks.
"At least try." She continued, seeing that I was in debate about it. "It's
not like it can make the situation worse, is it?" She said. I sighed, knowing the woman was
right. If I apologised there was a chance I could at least salvage out friendship...But, I wouldn't
know where to start...
"Thanks...I'll do that." I said, getting up; and wincing at
the aches all over my body. Sleeping against a tree was definitely not high up on the comfort scale.
I leant against the tree for support and pain seared through my head; partly from last night's
alcohol, partly from lack of sleep.
"Glad to help." She said happily, and got up
to leave, her dog jumping up immediately, ready to continue his walk. I nodded goodbye and started
of down the path—to where I presumed I came from—before I was stopped by her voice
"And Synyster?" My head snapped round at the use of my stage name,
surprised that she knew who I was. "Zacky seems like a forgiving person, you'll be
alright." She smiled cheekily at me, winking before walking away. I stood there with a
dumbfounded expression on my face, before laughing slightly and shaking my head, only to groan at
the ache it caused. I stretched and headed down the path, now on a mission to apologise to Zacky.
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