Author's Note: My first shot at an angst fic. Tell me if you like it, tell me if you hate it. I was going to just do a one shot songfic, but as I was looking through my iTunes library, I found like fifty songs that seemed perfect for what I had in mind. Therefore, I decided to narrow it down (to the slim number of twenty-two) and go from there. So now I'm making a twenty-two (give or take a few. I'll probably end up changing the list of songs around) chapter songfic. Enjoy.

"Hello" by Evanescence.

Play ground school bell rings again,

Rain clouds come to play again

It was never going to rain. The clouds had been hanging above them all day, yet, it just wouldn't come down. They need a downpour. Not the type of downpour that lasted a few minutes, and then passed on and was forgotten, only remembered by the wet hats on people's heads; no, what they needed was the type of downpour that lasted for hours, but, even after the clouds were dry, it still wasn't gone. One that still hung in the air long after the dark clouds were done crying.

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

Hello

I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to,

Hello

People all around said nothing about the lack of rain; they were too distracted by what they saw in front of them. A car. A car that had been thrown into another car. It wasn't just the sight of seeing one car practically on top of the other that had everybody in Tree Hill all worked up; it was the people. The people inside these two cars that suffered a horrible defeat. In one car, a man, a man who was not severely hurt; just a broken wrist and a few scratches. It wasn't he who was at fault for the crash, though. He was sitting at a stoplight when he had been hit from behind. He was usually the type of man who would make a spectacle of things; throwing a fit for having to suffer minor injuries at someone else's fault, but today, he too was too busy. Watching. He was watching the other people. The people in the other car. One, a sixteen year old boy. The other, a middle aged woman. The boy's mother. The boy sat on the curb, next to the car he was thrown from, bleeding, pushing anyone who came near him away. The paramedics tried to near him so they could see his injuries that, even from a far, looked severe. The woman had just been pulled out of the car. She had died on the spot. Nearest point of impact. The paramedics had done some to try to save her, but they all knew that it was too late. Everyone's current concern was the boy. He sat on the curb, not moving. He couldn't his eyes were glued to his mother, his thoughts to what had just happened. His mother was dead. Gone and never coming back. One of the only people he had ever had.

If I smile and don't believe,

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken,

Hello

He was dreaming. He had to be. He couldn't be sitting here, drenched in blood, pushing away people who were trying to help him with his bleeding head. His mother couldn't be dead. She couldn't be. He didn't have anyone else. How could this happen to him? How come everything happened to him? He couldn't believe it. Someone else, a man who he had never seen before, tried to coax him into going over to an ambulance so he didn't catch pneumonia.

I'm the lie living for you so you can hide,

Don't cry

"I'm just trying to help you," said the man. "You need to come over to the ambulance. You need us to help you. Your mother is dead." He winced at the words. "There is nothing you can do. Everything will be okay." Everything will be okay? You tell me that my mother is dead and there is nothing I can do about it, and then, you tell me that everything will be okay? He didn't understand. Then he realized; nothing was ever going to be the same, yet, everybody was going to be telling him that it would be okay. It suddenly felt like a dirty word, only uttered by those who worked for the devil. How could they know that everything would be okay? Did they just loose their mothers to a car accident? It's going to be okay… The words rang in his head. It's all a lie. That one little sentence was the lie that was supposed to let him curl up in a little corner and hide for the rest of his life. Those five words were supposed to make him go on pretending that nothing had happened. The boy, who had been ignoring the man up until now, looked up at him, tears in his eyes.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping,

Hello

I'm still here,

All that's left of yesterday

It wasn't all a dream, he realized as he walked with the man to the nearest ambulance. It was a nightmare. A nightmare that he would never wake up from. He was trapped in his mind, with only his worst fears to show him that he was truly alone. All that was left of yesterday.