Disclaimer: I don't own any of the American Idiot or Young Justice characters. They respectively go to their creators, not me. I'm just some weirdo on the Internet.

"THIS IS THE JINGLETOWN POLICE DEPARTMENT. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP OR WE'LL BE FORCED TO TAKE ACTION."

I looked around at my dirty apartment and thought about my so called friends. The bastards had ratted me out to the cops, I just knew it was them. I already had an escape plan ready, but I didn't want to use it unless it was the last thing possible to do. I never did.

But it always happened anyway.

I peeked out the curtains and saw at least four squad cars, ten officers with guns at the ready, and the chief of police standing out in the open, holding a bullhorn and looking severely pissed. Or sincerely sorry. But I didn't care. I couldn't do this anymore, couldn't live like this anymore.

I snuck up to the attic and out the skylight onto the roof. Once I'd established that all sides of the house were surrounded, I walked slowly up the the front edge of the roof, standing with my hands open and looking down at the cops.

After a few moments, they noticed me and Chief shouted up at me, "Son, don't do it!"

I shrugged, "What've I got left to lose? My friends have all left me, blamed me for all their problems because I was giving them drugs, only because if I didn't, I'd get my brains blown out. I've got no money left, I lost it all paying a debt that couldn't completely be paid, so I had to sell drugs. My family's all dead, or as good as it, my life's going nowhere, oh! And, here's the icing, you guys all come to bust me for stuff I was forced to do at gunpoint. Well," I pulled out my own gun and pressed it to my temple, "Here, I'll save you the trouble and just finish myself off. Good night Chief. Have a good life."

I took in a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

I felt the bullet go through my brain and out the other side of my skull.

I felt my body go limp and give way, sending my tumbling over the edge.

I felt myself free falling through the air, then hit the ground with a sound that was in between a crack and a thud.

I felt hands grab me and put me in a black bag before placing me down on a stretcher.

I felt when they finally unzipped the bag and placed me on an examination table, then watched them walk away for the night.

That's when I moved.