Hi! *waves* I'm back with a new installment of Anyone But Him! Thanks for all of the lovely reviews! I really appreciate them. This is going to be the last update for a couple of weeks 'cause I'm going to be on vacation, so I hope you like this!

Disclaimer: Don't own, never will. Wow. What a surprise.

Pairing: None.

Rating/Warning: T for bad words and an angsty/angry Superboy.

Song: I listened to Behind These Hazel Eyes (whoa, old song) by Kelly Clarkson while writing this. Weird, 'cause it's about romance...

"Broken up, deep inside,

But you won't get to see the tears I cry,

Behind these hazel eyes."

~Behind These Hazel Eyes (Kelly Clarkson)

I pound my fists into the weak little punching bag over and over again, not following a system, or even training really, but just letting anger and rage flow through my knuckles as I punch it until it finally breaks, slamming to the ground like a fallen comrade.

But I keep hitting it, screaming and yelling like a feral animal, because I'm so angry, so furious at everything right now that it's a wonder how I don't explode from all the pent up emotions coursing through my body right now.

I can't even tell what my anger is directed at. Wally, for leaving us, or Artemis or Robin, not being able to keep him alive, or Kaldur and Megan for not getting there quick enough.

Or me. For not helping him when he needed it the most.

"Dammit, Wally, why did you have to die?" I whisper hoarsely, as tears drip down my cheeks, and a sink to my knees, suddenly exhausted. "Why? Why did you have to be the one to go? Why you?" More tears fall, blurring my sight. I brush the salty drops away impatiently and painfully, raking my nails across my indestructible skin before clenching them in my raven-colored hair, ripping at the strands painfully. I just want to feel pain. I want to feel how he did right before he died, I want to be him right before he died, I want to be the one who died.

But I can't save him, and I can't take the place of him. All I can do is train and train and train, hoping that next time I can be strong enough to save one of my teammates if they need my help, or if they're hurt, or if they're about to die. Next time no one will die. I won't allow this to repeat itself ever again.

All I can do is train all day, not eating anything, not resting at night, just train and train and hope that I'll actually be able to feel something, anything. I want to be able to feel pain. I want to be able to feel something other than the emotions inside my body, I no longer want to be indestructible.

He wasn't indestructible. He didn't have the strength I have, he doesn't have the invulnerability. But he had his charming personality, his light-hearted demeanor. He had his quirky sense of humor, his brilliant ringing laughs. He had a strong sense of loyalty to his friends. He had everything that really mattered. He had people who loved him and still. He had a great personality. He had speed. But he just wasn't fast enough this time.

And this time was the only time when it really mattered.

I keep forgetting that my friends are breakable. That they can get hurt, or die. That their life could be ripped cruelly away from them. That they can leave me within a second. I keep forgetting about this kind of thing, because it was never taught to me in the first place. The G-Gnomes didn't teach me about love, or caring. They didn't teach me about the guilt and remorse that ripped apart your heart, or the insufferable sadness people feel when someone they love dies.

I wish they had.

Because now, without any kind of warning, I'm experiencing all of these things first-hand.

So he goes from anger to sadness to remorse. Oh, Supey. Sorry it was so short and not my best work. I'd love reviews, though!

~lilmissf