SUMMARY ;

Joe Jonas loses the only one he really loves, and falls apart completely, forced to go to a management and support group. That's where he meets Peyton, but he's so sure that it's only withdrawals from Callie that he doesn't dare make the first move.

Before you start reading, grab some tissues, and listen to the song Wake Up by Coheed and Cambria as you read. It'll be better that way.

Gone.
Passed Away.
In Heaven.
Away Forever.
In A Better Place.
Dead.

Call it what you want. That's all she was now. Joe stood in the hospital, tears refusing to fall down his cheeks. He was denying it. He held the now limp daisies in his right hand. His hand loosened, and they fell to the ground, scattered around him.

"No..."
"I'm sorry, Joe."
"NO!"

He screamed, and pushed by his dad, scrambling into her hospital room, where two nurses were placing a shiny plastic cover over her. He angrily ripped it from their hands. Her bones were broken, wrist folded up at an awkward angle, both legs lying loose. Blood dripped down her face, and out her mouth.

She's Gone.
Passed Away.
In Heaven.
Away Forever.
In A Better Place.
Dead.

Joe's tears couldn't stay back now, they erupted from his eyes, and he threw his body over hers, whispering un-comprehendible things into her ear, as he shook violently. He laid there for a minute, until he was so weak, he couldn't push the nurses away anymore. He was numb everywhere, and this hurt more than all the pain she could've possibly felt in that head on collision.

It was raining, and Callie was laughing into her cell phone as she talked to Joe. Her little Prius Toyota slowly moving down main street.

"Ill be there soon enough, Joey!"
"But Callieeee…."
"Joseph!"
"Callie I miss you."
"I was only at the Nutcracker!"
"How did you do?"
"Kristi fell onstage!"
"That sucks for her, but how did you do?"
"I did excellent Joey. Why didn't you come, again?"
"I'm sorry, Frankie's sick!"
"It's okay. I'm glad you have good parenting skills already"
"Nah, I just gave him a cup of Nyquil. He's out like a light!"
"Joey!"
"Whattttt?"
"You don't give kids that much Nyquil!"
"Oh. Oops."
"Ha! Oops is righ-"
"Callie?"

There was no answer.

"Callie!"

The line went dead. Joe hung up the phone, and stared at it. What just happened? He shrugged, and looked down at Frankie, sleeping on the couch. He smiled to himself, wondering what he and Callie's child might look like when they decided to get married. He loved her more than anything. Several minutes later, his cell phone rang.

"Hello?"
"Is this Joseph Jonas?"
"Yes... Who is this?"
"This is Valley Health Hospital"
"What?!"
"Do you Know Callie Sawyer?"
"Yes, she's my girlfriend!"
"We need you down at the Hospital immediately."

Joe dropped the phone, and grabbed his brother's car keys, dashing out the door. He smacked his head, and ran back inside, picking up the cell phone again.

"Are you still there?"
"Yes, Mr. Jonas?"
"What's the room number?"
"308"
"Thank you!"

Joe shoved the phone in his pocket, and ran out the door again. After fifteen of driving, he parked his brother's car outside the hospital and ran inside. When he reached her room, he opened the door, and shivered. She was still awake, and she was crying, as she looked up at Joe, she whispered out

"Joey! Please..."
"Callie!"

He yelled, before the Doctor pushed him out the door, and he walked down the hall and bought her some flowers, to pass the nervous time away. He was shaking uncontrollably, and his parents and brothers came around the corner. His dad started talking to him, but Joe couldn't hear anything. He wasn't himself. He was out of body and mind. He seemed, unreal. As if he was a ghost. Joe shook his head, and pointed to room 308. His dad walked by, right as the Doctor came out, and started talking to him. His dad walked back to Joe, and put his hand out on his shoulder, and he seemed to be holding his own tears back.

"She's..."

Gone.
Passed Away.
In Heaven.
Away Forever.
In A Better Place.
Dead.

"No..."
"I'm sorry, Joe."
"NO!"

Joe slipped from the nurses arms, crumpling to the ground, and he found no comfort in the hands that seemed to be rubbing his back. He would only find comfort if they were Callie's.

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It's never fair. Things never go the way you want them to. You find something real, and the second you take it for granted, it's gone. You give a little slack, and it flies away, or in some cases, dies away. Joe didn't emerge from his room for two weeks, but everyone could hear him get up in the middle of the night, every other day, to feed himself just enough not to die himself. They didn't dare to go downstairs and try to talk to him. He would just break down and cry again, and no one could see Joe like that. Callie gave him an aura. He was always smiling, because she was there. Now that she wasn't, he couldn't be happy; ever. He couldn't make it to her funeral. He couldn't stand admitting that she was gone. It was almost as if he expected her to jump out from under his bed, and scream 'just kidding'.

Joe's knees were folded under him, as he kneeled at the foot of his bed. He wrung his hands, and ferociously wiped away the salty tears from his face. He could hardly see anything anymore. His vision was blurred, and his eyes were always bloodshot. He gripped his dark hair, which was greasy and dirty from not showering in those two weeks. Denise would occasionally walk by his room, and spray Febreeze inside, and walk away quickly. Joe watched the blurred outline of his tears fall into his hands. They just wouldn't stop coming. He wondered if he'd ever run dry. His head was on permanent channel surf, and all he could seem to land on was her smile, her hair, her beauty. He remembered their first time, on their anniversary. He still thought she was beautiful, even when her face was scrunched up.

He smacked himself angrily. His dad knocked on his door. Joe hadn't even heard his own voice in 3 days, so it was surprising. It was raspy, and harsh.

"What do you need?"
"I need you to get up!"

His dad opened the door for himself, and his face molted into a disgusted frown when he saw his son, but his face softened for a moment.

"I can't."
"You have to move on, son."

Joe glared at his father, and stood weakly, tumbling back, but regaining his footing. He wiped away the tear stains, and averted his attention to his shaky hands again.

"Why should I?"
"Callie wouldn't want you to act like this."
"Callie would act the same!"
"How do you know?"
"She loved me."
"Well..."
"Are you doubting that she loves me?"

Joe let another tear well out of his eye, and glanced up at his father. His eyes were softly staring at him through his glasses

"Loved me?"
"Son."
"Dad."
"How do you know, that she loved you so much? She never came over."
"What does that mean?"
"Every Friday, she would come to dinner, and then leave."
"She never left."
"What?"
"She waited, and then I'd go out with her, and we'd hit a new house."
"A new house?"

Paul's face went from caring to uncertain in seconds. Joe took a shaky breath, which didn't seem to help much. His lungs just filled right back up with despair.

"We went to parties, dad"
"What did you do, at these parties?"
"Get shit faced."

Paul's fists rolled together at his son's bluntness, but his face dropped. He didn't want a son like that, but he loved his boy, and he didn't want him to be like this. He didn't want Callie making him into that kind of person.

"Well then I don't think Callie was a good influence-"
"It was me."
"What?"
"I asked her to come. I was the first one to do it. Get drunk, I mean."
"Joe...-"
"Dad. I loved her, she loved me."
"Just because sh-"
"She wanted to make me her first."
"What?"
"She asked me to have sex with her. Because she wanted to remember me as the one she loved most."
"You did what?"
"Remember our anniversary, last year?"
"Yes..."
"That's the day I stopped wearing my ring."

Joe's dad leaned against the door, and pushed his fingers to his temples, closing his eyes. His brain was melting, and he couldn't do anything. It was all coming too fast.

"Joe, why didn't' you tell me?"
"Well, if she wasn't already gone, you'd keep her away."
"So many things could happen, son."
"I went to S.H.A.R.E. I know."

Joe's dad left the room after a minute, and Joe shivered, walking back to his bed. He was wearing socks, boxers, and a white muscle tee. He crawled into his bed, and cried himself to sleep again. The next day, he woke up, to another knock on the door. He let out a crisp "Come in."
"No, You come to the door"

It was Nick. Joe sighed, and threw the covers off, and opened the door, quickly thrown to the ground by himself and Kevin. Nick ran to the bathroom, and started the water, and Kevin held down the sleepy, and shocked Joe. After a minute, Nick came back, and they dragged Joe to the shower, stripping him of his clothes, and throwing him in. After a minute, Nick came back in, and told him to wash his hair, and face. When they were done, Joe half expected them to let him go back to sleep, but no, they dragged it on. They fully dressed him, and sent him downstairs. Denise and Paul were standing in the doorway. Nick and Kevin shuffled off.

"Honey-"
"Mom, what do you want from me"

His voice was still coarse, but it was better. Paul put up his hand to silence his son, and Denise gripped her apron. She was making eggs. Joe's heart almost broke more, when he saw that it was for 6 people, instead of 5.

"Joe, after breakfast, we're taking you to Sun Valley."
"Sun Valley?"
"It's a hospital, they have classes there to help you through this."
"Through what? Callie?"
"And your other... Problems."
"Just because I drink dad, doesn't mean I'm a drunk."

Denise gripped her apron harder, wrapping her hands in the fabric. Paul placed a hand carefully on her shoulder. Joe got another lump in his throat.

"It will still help, son."

Joe bit his lip, and let out a hard, choked, and cracking "Okay."

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I've come to the conclusion that I hate all my other stories. Not even kidding. I'll still update and everything, but I wanted to do something more mature and not so lame.

Anyway, I won't be able to update this one as quickly, since it's really emotional and I have to be in a certain kind of mood. Just please, review and tell me if you want me to continue.

Personally, I love this story.