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Too Many Doses and I'm Starting to Get an Attraction [[one//teaser]]

Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay

I tried to drive all through the night
The heat-stroke ridden weather,
The barren empty sights
No oasis here to see,
The sand is singing deathless words to me

Can't you help me as I'm starting to burn? (all alone)
Too many doses and I'm starting to getting an attraction
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone)
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention

As I adjust to my new sights,
The rarely tired lights will take me to new heights
My hand is on the trigger, I'm ready to ignite
Tomorrow might not make it, but everything's alright

Mental fiction follows me, shows me what it's like to be set free
Can't you help me as I'm starting to burn? (all alone)
Too many doses and I'm starting to getting an attraction
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone)
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention

So sorry you're not here, I've been sane too long, my vision's so unclear
Now take a trip with me, but don't be surprised, things aren't what they seem

Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay
These eyes won't see the same, after I flip today

Sometimes I don't know why, we'd rather live than die
We look up towards the sky for answers to our lives
We may get some solutions, but more just pass us by
Don't want your absolution, cuz I can't make it right

I'll make a beast out of myself Gets rid of all the pain of being a man

Can't you help me as I'm starting to burn? (all alone)
Too many doses and I'm starting to getting an attraction
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone)
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention

So sorry you're not here, I've been sane too long, my vision's so unclear
Now take a trip with me, but don't be surprised, things aren't what they seem
I've known it from the start, all these good ideas will tear your brain apart
Scared but you can follow me, I'm too weird to live, but much too rare to die


It was my favorite song in the world. "Bat Country" by Avenged Sevenfold, the best band in the world. I could lie in my tiny apartment and listen to them for hours on end . . .

I remember the reason I first started listening to them. It was because of Zacky. That's right, Zacky Vengeance. What most people don't know is that I know him. I've known him for . . . about as long as I can remember. We had a very strange relationship.

I'll never forget the first time I met him. I was about three, making him about six, maybe seven. My mother had dropped me off at a park on the outskirts of the city and left me there to play for a few hours until she remembered me. It was almost seven at night and I was really cold. I sat there, alone, on the bench, in my little girl jeans and Converses, and my red tank top and shivered. It was cold, what with it being the middle of October. There was a boy a few years older than me walking all by himself down the sidewalk in the park. He stopped when he saw me shivering on the bench. Without saying a single word, he took off his sweatshirt and handed it to me. I accepted it with open-mouthed surprise, and then just sat there dumbly, wondering what to do. The boy grinned at me and told me to put it on.

I pulled it over my head and heard him mutter, "keep it." When I resurfaced, he was gone. I doubt he even remembers that, but I do.

The second time I ever saw him, I was seven, and it was lunch time at my elementary. One of the mean girls had punched me in the stomach and stolen my carefully prepared lunch. It was a good lunch, too. I remember that I'd put a lot of thought into it, because it had been immediately after one of my mother's infrequent trips to the grocery store, so we actually had food in our house. But then Katie Arra stole it and left me crying on the playground. They had always made fun of me because I dressed differently from them, usually in black.

Anyway, I was crying on the playground corner while everyone else was in the cafeteria eating, and I saw somebody approach me on the other side of the fence.

"Why are you crying?" asked a boy's voice. I looked up to see a boy who looked hauntingly familiar leaning against the chain link fence and watching me quizzically.

"Because," I sobbed, wiping my nose on my sleeve, "Katie stole my lunch, and it was gonna be a good one today. We actually had food."

He seemed a little surprised at that, and then, with a sigh, dug into his pocket and handed me five dollars. A whole five dollars!

"Here," he said, not unkindly, "go buy yourself something really good, and forget about Katie. She's just a brat."

I smiled at him and took the money. I'm almost positive he doesn't remember that encounter, either. But . . . you never know for sure, do you?

Two years later, I was a nine, and in ballet through a weird, scholarship my mother'd found one day. It was the day before my big recital, and I was nervous. I was sitting after school on the stoop outside, waiting once more for my mom to pick me up, when he skateboarded by. Upon seeing me, he hopped off his board and sat down next to me. My leg was jiggling uncontrollably from nerves, and he immediately asked me why.

"Because," I explained, "I'm gonna be in a ballet show tomorrow, and I'm scared. What if I mess up? What if people laugh at me? What if I'm really bad at ballet?"

He smiled and shook his head. "You're not gonna be bad at it, you'll be fine. What time is it at? Where is it at?"

I told him the time and venue as my mother pulled up. Running to the van, I bid him goodbye over my shoulder, not expecting to see him for quite a while. Imagine my surprise when the next day I saw him slip in and snag a seat near the back during my performance! Unfortunately, he left before I had time to talk to him again.

After that, I saw him once when I was getting dropped off at the local movie theater for my best friend, Ella's thirteenth birthday party. It was a cold day in November, and my mother pulled roughly into a spot and basically ordered me out of the car. As soon as my feet touched the ground, she peeled away. I watched her go, feeling emotionless, then sighed and turned to go into the theater.

But then I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a teenage boy in the corner of the parking lot, leaning against a tree, with an acoustic guitar in his hands. I watched him for a minute, our previous encounters running through my mind. I cocked my head and strained to hear his music. It struck me as amazing that he played with his left hand.

I was debating with myself as to whether I should go talk to him when Ella came out with some more of her friends to sweep me into the theater.

"Raven, what are you doing? C'mon, the movie's about to start!"

And so, I was swept inside by this gaggle of girls, very few of which I was overly fond of. As they pulled me in and ushered me to a seat, I prayed that he'd still be outside when the movie was done. But of course, he wasn't.

Almost a year later, when I was fourteen, I was persuaded to go to a local concert. We were inside, but the combination of the loud, bad music and the smell of pot and the dimmed lights was giving me a killer headache, so I stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, alone. I stuffed my hands into my pockets and walked around the block. Coming back into view of the venue, I saw a group of dark-clad older teens huddled together, smoking something. I averted my eyes and kept walking.

"Hey!" called out one of the smokers. I chanced a look up to see if it was me they were hailing. It was, but I ignored them and kept walking. I had thought the show was a bad idea! They started to walk after me, and I quickened my pace.

"Hey, girl! Where're you goin?" their voice was slurred, and when I looked over my shoulder, I could see that they weren't walking in a straight line. Great.

Since I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, I ran into something soft and fell to the cold concrete. I looked up to see it was my 'friend', backed by three or four other guys.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, pulling me to my feet. I nodded, not believe what was happening.

Surprise dawned on his face when he recognized me. "Hey, it's you!"

"Last time I checked, yeah," I answered nervously. His friends were giving me strange, questioning looks. I peeked over my shoulder to see that the stoners had disappeared. Whatever.

"How you been?" he asked, jolting me back to reality. I looked up at him and shrugged. "Crappy. You?"

He laughed as one of his friends poked him in the side.

"C'mon, man, we've gotta go."

"Okay, okay. I'll see you later, huh?" he directed at me, raising a hand in a farewell wave as he followed his friends off. I shrugged.

"Yeah . . ."

Then, when I was sixteen, I was with the only friend I had left--who is still my only friend--Shawn, and we were browsing through a magazine rack for no reason other than to kill time. I remember coming across some rock magazine with five tattooed, pale, shaggy-haired musicians on it. I would've gone right past it if it weren't for the picture of one of them holding his guitar left-handedly. I gasped and pulled it from the rack. There was no way that couldn't have been him. I flipped through the publication until I found the article about him and his band. Avenged Sevenfold lead singer M. Shadows and guitarist Zacky Vengeance tell about life on the road, it read. I looked at the other picture, and sure enoughmy mystery friend was no longer a mystery.

Zacky Vengeance. The last time I saw him was a year after that. The month before my seventeenth birthday. I was walking to The Down, the restaurant at which I've worked since I was fifteen, and I recognized something about one of the many figures outside of The Lemon-Lime, the busiest, best, craziest bar in town. He was signing autographs, surrounded by fans, but for whatever reason he looked across the street at that exact moment and caught my eyes. I wanted more than anything to go over and talk to him, but I was already twenty minutes late as it was. I cursed my luck and kept walking.

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[.Jade.]
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Anonymous

March 26 2009, 23:02:16 UTC 7 years ago

hey there...i read ur story about u and how u know Zacky Vengeance... from what i c in the top of the page it's 2006 the year u posted right??quite long ago but if u still are user of this u might be able to reply...if u don't mind i'd like to know the rest of this story...i'm big fan of avenged sevenfold not long time i heard "almost easy" on radio twice and liked it so i searched it...and got all their discography...fan of zacky and syn...i play guitar too...and from the way u write i can say i like ur character i can c some things through ur writing and ur interesting person really so i want to know and about...hope u could reply with rest of the story and i'll visit this site again...sey if my english is kinda bad but i'm greek so forgive my mistakes here...
hope to talk to u...and soon...