Voice Of A Friend

~Syn~
It's been forever since I'd seen him. I haven't seen his emerald green eyes. I haven't seen his black, oily, and slick bangs. Where did he go? Where on Earth did Zacky - fucking - Vengeance go? All I really remember happening was all of us hitting up at Jimmy's Bar and - after getting drunk, of course - I was in the back of Zee's car and he was no where to be found! Of course that was only four days ago but still, forrreverrr.

Anyways, now here we were. Sitting in the garage - I mean, rehearsal room - practicing....without Zack. It felt horrible, to me. I'd glance over every so often to see the still guitar on Zacky's stand. Completely and utterly untouched.

"Matt!" I yelled, "Anything, yet?!" Why was I yelling? He was only, like, ten feet away. Besides the point, Matt instantly knew what I meant.

"Sorry, dude. Nothing." I sighed heavily, glaring at the guitar then up at Matt. Johnny came and put his hand on my shoulder, a half-drunken beer in his free hand.

"C'mon, man, he'll be fine," Johnny reassured me (not that it helped). The stress must've shined in my eyes because all three of them were at my side, saying he'll be fine. After all, this isn't the first time he's disappeared. Only thing is last time it was for a day. Not four.

You see, here's what fully happened... Matt wanted us to all meet up at Jimmy's to discuss this new song we've been fiddling with. The song, I believe, was called Crimson Day. We went over the beats and chords and lyrics and tempo. They didn't mind that we borrowed the piano and sorta put on a show. By, like, the third fucking verse we were all shit faced drunk. I don't remember too much after that. All except one thing which shall go unnamed (no, you pervs, not sex). When I awoke, I was in my drive way in the back of Zacky's car. I had an ice pack on my pained forehead and the strong scent of Zacky's cologne was present. What wasn't there? Zacky or his keys. His phone was on the dash board, dead and drained of life. It was about five 'o' clock in the morning, but I wasted no time to call Johnny and Matt. I was the only one panic-stricken. They didn't seem too bummed...

I zoned back into reality, thanks to Johnny grabbing the symbols and clashing them against my head. He put them back, nearly falling over as he laughed. I guess my thinking caught me in a stasis.

"I miss him," I said softly, earning aslow, sympathetic yet "my-fucking-God-Syn-really?" head shake. I did miss Zacky. A lot.. Every ten minutes I bugged Matt.

"Anything?"

"No."

We ran through two songs.

"Anything with Zee, yet?"

"No, Syn!" Matt was frustrated, almost yelling. I must've been driving him insane. More than the suspense was doing to me.

~Matt~

I don't understand why Bri is so worried. It's not the first time Zack wound up missing. Brian always acted that way towards the man. Not sure if it's because he's another guitarist or if....

Wait... Does Brian like Zachary..? It would make perfect sense.

"Anything?!" I heard him call.

"BRIAN! NOTHING!" Arin answered for me. Forgot he was back there. All I could do was laugh.

~Syn~

We all went home after that. I choked up when I pulled into my driveway because, fuck, Zee's car was still there. The shiny black metal reflecting in the moonlight.

I quickly got inside, throwing my keys onto the counter before grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniel's. Shit. I needed it. I didn't bother eating. I wasn't hungry. Instead, I sat down on the couch and flicked on the news. I didn't pay attention until I heard something along the lines of...

"Guitarist of the band Avenged Sevenfold, Zachary Baker better known as Zacky Vengeance, is still missing. No witnesses have been reported nor any evidence. His location is still unknown."

Still unknown. The words rang in my head and I threw the near empty bottle across the room, the glass shattering on the spot. Still unknown. Location still unknown. The words overwhelmed and devoured me. I fell asleep at three in the morning, tears staining my cheeks.

When I awoke, I choked out, "ANYTHING?!" The broadcast filled my ears again. Still unknown. I hated not knowing.

I went back downstairs into the living room. I glanced at the smashed bottle, thoughts clouding the room. I realized something. I needed my best friend. That sounded gay as fuck. Well, he was a good friend and a great guitarist and pretty funny... My thoughts went on and on. Syn snap out of t. Was I falling for my best friend? I couldn't be. I'm not gay. Then I remembered his smile. I. Am. Not. Gay. Or was I...

I lit a cigarette. Man, I'm thinking too hard. Me? And Zacky? HAHA!! No way!! That's what I thought the rest of the day. Maybe I was gay for Zacky.
It was about ten at night and I was wide awake, still thinking. Now I realized why I was so worried. I'm in love with Zee. How long did I not notice? Probably why I always miss him so damn much.

Okay. One - I sound so cliché and fucked up right now. Two - I'm a dumbass.
I shuffled to the kitchen, sparking up a cigarette. I didn't watch the news that night. My mind was racing. With each puff, the thoughts slowed. For that, I was grateful.

I checked the time. Well, tried to. My phone began to ring with an unfamiliar number. I puffed then hesitantly answered the phone, expecting a fan.

"Hey, Brian? We found him." It was Johnny. I dropped my cigarette into the ash tray, yelling over the phone. I remembered he number.

The hospital.

~Zacky~

I could faintly hear Johnny speaking into the phone. I hoped it was Brian at the other on the other end. I really did. I fell back asleep...

~Johnny~

I tried to stay quiet and calm for Zacky's sake which was kinda hard speaking he was yelling into my fucking EAR!

"Just get your ass over here," I said as calm as I could before hanging up. I turned to Matt, "Wait in the waiting room for Brian." He nodded and walked out quietly while I curled up into a chair, quiet as I could be.

~Syn~

Oh, God, I was crying. Quickly I changed and washed my face, nearly tripping over another broken glass from earlier... I have anger issues.

Besides the point, I'm so happy they found Zachary! What happened? Do the guys know? My mind flooded with questions.

I walked into the hospital. Fucking shit.. Last time I was here, my mother died. Zacky won't die. Zacky can't die. Stop, Syn, you're thinking the worst. I saw Matt in the ER waiting room and I walked quickly to him.

"Brace yourself, buddy," he whispered in my ear. Wait, what? Brace myself? What the Hell is wrong with Zacky?!

Notes

Hehe! First fanfiction! Feedback please?! Love ya!
By the way, apologies I organized it a bit more. My friend went through and said it looked cluttered.. I agreed, haha!