Thing that says I do not own this, whose name I have forgotten at the moment, but will probably remember after I post this: When I can get all A's in school… (I currently have one grade. And it's an F…)

I wake up the next morning, as usual, although there is some part of me that wishes I never wake back up, the next morning. Some part of me that wishes I could stay with that derpy grin and large blue-eyed boy that is in my dreams, every night; even if it is that retched nightmare.

There's no hint of air blowing by as I fall (Yes, fall. Collapse, if you want to get technical) out of bed and crawl to the bathroom, too tired to stand up straight. I go through my usual routine of getting ready: Shower, brush teeth, fix hair, eat, fix hair again and just wait for Rose to come by.

We have work together, her as a barista and me as a D.J. at a club. Of course, Roxy is the barista at the second part of the night and Dirk is the D.J. at that time, too. A knock on my door sends me out of my thoughts and I don't even bother going to answer it since she just walks in like it's her own house. "Good afternoon, Strider." She says, prim and proper, as usual.

She is wearing her usual black dress that just goes just above her knees with a white vest-like-thing showing off her breasts. Her hair is in its usual tight bun on top of her head and the only sort of beauty supply that she is wearing is green lipstick that she received from Kanaya, back on the meteor.

I nod to her as a greeting and grab my bag from its place, leaning against the wall. I begin walking past her, towards the door and out but she stops me. "Strider." A breeze blows through the room and you stare at her. Does she feel it? Does she know he's here? You heart begins beating faster and your breath hitches but she turns to look at you.

"Your shades…" She reminds and I groan, inwardly as your heart sinks. She doesn't know… But wait… Shit! Your shades! How the hell did you almost forget? I flash-step to my room to grab my shades that I somehow forgot, put them on and flash-step back to Rose as she is stepping out of the door. I close the door behind us and we make our way towards the club.

There is a line stretching around the club with mostly girls in too-short shorts and too-low-cut shirts and boys staring at the girls' breasts. Rose and I skip the line and go right inside. It's dark as usual and only the workers are in sight, since the club hasn't opened yet.

Rose leaves to get ready as I make my way up front to the mixing boards. People ask me how I do it. 'There's so many buttons! How do you remember which is which?' is usually what they ask and I tell them 'My bro, John, helps me.'

They usually ask how and I tell them the story of my life. I tell them about the game and tell them that he died and tell them he's still there, right next to me. The whole time I tell them, I have a small smirk on my face so they just think I'm kidding. That's how I stay sane in this world, by telling people in this world my story and hoping that maybe one day somebody will tell me their story and maybe, it will be the same as mine.

My hope is what keeps him here, in this world, that and the fact that I'm too weak to die. I didn't even notice I was playing until there's a scream from outside, from the girls and it sounds like a small mouse squeak from the almost sound-proof walls of the club. D'you think people came because the view is nice? No, they come because our music is sweet and catchy, making them need to come back.

"Ten!" Someone calls, informing everybody there is ten minutes until the club opens. I nod and start playing some more. What am I playing…? John's birthday mix that I made for him, after the game. I play it at the club sometimes when I know he's there, although today, I can't feel him so I don't know why I'm playing it, right now…

"Opening in one!" Another voice calls and I put up my poker face and start another song, for the night.

After hours of playing and girls hanging off of my arms like little puppies. Dirk comes up and takes my place for the next few hours that the club is open and you take your leave. Rose left a while ago, saying something like 'An emergency with a friend.' I told her that was bullshit and gave her a hug before she left, because I know exactly what she was doing.

She was remembering.

The game, the trolls, the green sun, Jack Noir, Lord English. Dog ears and wind and time turning back and glowing sewing needles. Sickles, claws, canes, chainsaws, magic wands, mind powers and sparks of blue and red.

Everything just floods back in that one second and you can feel your world slowly falling apart as everybody is going on with their every-day life. I block out the world as I move my way through the crowd and towards the exit. The thoughts and memories flood my mind, again and the world around me is still blocked out. It's like my mind is a VIP room, just for me to be in.

I am so far in my own world of memories and pain and happiness; I don't even notice the truck speeding towards me as I put a foot in the road.

A/N: Just a filler chapter… It will get better… Maybe…

It's going to go by fast, though, since I'm not even supposed to be writing this, until I can get my other stories updated, but whatever…

And maybe, since my friend has been bugging me about it, the last chapter might have some YAOI.

Thank you for reading and favoring and following. You don't know how much it means to me, that you guys even read my stories.

Have a nice day and or night, kind sir and or madam~!

-Pscyho