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Jess walked down the street, scuffing his shoes on the ground. He still couldn't get over it.

So long ago, I don't remember when,

That's when they say I lost my only friend.

Three years. Three years almost to the day since the accident which took his best friend's life. A day didn't go by when he didn't think about it, about what he could have done to prevent it.

Well they say she died easy of a broken heart disease,

As I listened through the cemetery trees

He had tried to move on, to make new friends, he talked about what they talked about (mainly girls and sports), but a melancholy haunted him, it was evident in his eyes. He would never get over her.

I seen the sun coming up at the funeral at dawn

The long broken arm of human law

He arrived at his house, as he had been walking home; he needed time to think. He thought about all that had changed during the years. Janice Avery had committed suicide, it had come out that her father had been abusing her, obviously Leslie had…died. He choked back a sob. It wasn't fair.

Now it always seemed such a waste

She always had a pretty face

Now I wondered why she hung around this place.

He turned onto the driveway, trudged up it, fumbling in his pocket for the key at the same time. He turned it in the lock and opened the door.

"I'm home," he yelled and walked upstairs to his bedroom. He put his bag down on the bed and slumped.

Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever

The guilt of what happened plagued him. The sobs began in earnest now. He cried for what could have been, for those days gone, when he could play in the sun and not have a care in the world. Now, everything was somber, and dark. The innocence was gone, along with him caring.

There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

The evening passed, it barely registered to Jesse though. He ate his dinner in silence. After he had finished, he went up to bed. Nightmares plagued his sleep, and he kept tossing and turning, thin beads of perspiration rolled down his chest and forehead.

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck

He caught the bus in the morning. Or, he was going to. Instead he went to the entrance. He stood there, motionless. Suddenly, he collapsed.

I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes

He was on the ground now.

"Why Leslie? Why did you have to go and leave me? I can't deal with this on my own. It's too hard!"

He felt raindrops hit his upturned face.

Like a robot, he got up.

This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn

He walked to the riverbank, where the once passive stream was already swelling up. He pondered. It would be so easy…

I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same

He felt alone. Nobody understood him. He felt entirely different than before. A flip had switched. He no longer appreciated life, as it were. He gulped, and silently steeled himself. He stepped into nothingness.

But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me

A/N I'm done! I know it's depressing, but hey, that's my specialty. Oh, and nothing belongs to me bla bla bla. The song is One Headlight, by the wallflowers.