Jumper

A/N: Sorry all, I was distracted by a plethora of different things, but now I've got my focus back. I'm reposting chapter 28 with an explanation at the bottom, so feel free to head back there and check it out, when I start writing, I expect everyone to know exactly whats going on in my mind, and thank God that can't happen, so I'll try and clear up some questions. Feel free to PM either way though, always happy to help out. (and sorry for making some of you cry AGAIN. I'm not usually that mean.) And this will be a long one. And this chappy is dedicated to my very own Muse, revolution15 for making sure I didn't slack off and neglect to write this chapter, much thanks bows--Enjoy--

The weeks passed on, but at St. Mary's it seemed like years, for every hour that passed, I felt a year fall off of my life until I felt that I would have just barely stepped outside before dropping dead. I could understand why some girls broke here after only 6 weeks. It was terrifying to say the least. The lessons got more and more intense, the nuns using classic examples for the worst case scenarios, your parents disowning you, the girlfriend who you risked it all for leaving you in the end for another girl, and of course, the "worst" outcome yet, not getting into Heaven and getting sent to the deepest, darkest pits of Hell faster then you could say "Lucifer." I thought it was a huge joke, and I didn't buy a second of any of it. And yet, every time I told myself that it wasn't wrong and that I wasn't broken, I felt a little more resistance fall from me. I don't think it was what they were teaching, but it was the realization that hit me every morning, expecting to be wrapped in her arms, only to find that I was alone in a bed that wasn't mine and in a place that wasn't home.

My defiance was dying slowly but surely, as was my will to get up and continue with my life. Even when she wasn't with me, she still had the intoxicating effect that I can only liken to painkillers I was once on, dulling my mind and body to feel nothing, even though I wanted to feel the pain, wanted to feel the loss, the longing, I couldn't feel anything. If it wasn't for Casey, I'm sure I might not be here, the pull of the open window during hot afternoons began to take their toll on me until finally, Casey had to get a lock for them when she wasn't in the room with me. And so, the weeks dragged on, me dying a little bit each day, and the world continuing it's rotations, completely oblivious to my cries for help, for it to slow down, to stop and help me, oblivious to the pain that it brought with each new day it continued its journey through space. I was failing terrificly, usually staying after class each day to get yelled at by one nun or another, only leading to more work which I never did either.

Somehow, the six weeks had come to pass, and as I found myself before a long table of nuns, all looking rather high and mighty, I wondered again, why I was here of all places. And how she could ever do this to me. Just as the head nun began to speak, the realization found me. I didn't think I was gay. It had been Ash. I mean, who could resist falling for her? She was Ashley for God-sakes, everything about her was perfect and alluring in the worst kind of way, and anyone who was lucky (or unfortunate) enough to cross her path was instantly in love. I smiled at the thought, the nun taking that as a yes as she plunged on with dozens of questions.

"Have you thought about the girl?"

The entire school knew that I was another one of Ash's, so the questions were directed to me about our relationship.

"Yes."

A troubled look on their faces.

"Do you dream about her?"

"Yes."

"If you get out, will you see her again?"

I laughed a little at the "if" part, I don't think they could hold any of the girls past 18.

"No."

A satisfied look rippled across the mass.

"Did she hurt you?"

Again, I wondered why this place was open.

"Yes."

"Will you ever forgive her?"

I smiled lightly, the tears beginning to well up inside my eyes as I conjured up her face in my mind, the way she felt, the way she smelt, the way she could make me feel like the world was just fine for a little while longer.

"I already have."

They frowned and I heard more rustles of paper, but I was lost in my own world, one so infinitively better and brighter, that I had a hard time keeping my eyes open.

"Do you think you are 'cured'?"

The way they said 'cure', I almost burst out laughing, the 'cure' to them was like Ashley to me, it kept these people going, just as Ash did for me, it gave them some security and made the world feel just a little smaller. I sighed, one tear finding its way down my cheek. The last one I would ever shed for her... For us.

"Yes."

All the eyes fell onto me, searching me for some shred of untruth, for some sliver of resistance left in me. They found nothing. There was nothing. I thought I saw a pained expression cross one or two of their faces, and I knew I'd be gone by tonight.

"Then, Spencer Carlin, I approve that you are 'cured' and are no longer plagued by the disease, formerly know as homosexuality, and you will be going to Heaven. You are free to leave"

She had a serious look on her face, and I somehow found the sentence hilarious. I guess God had handed down the keys to Heaven to a bunch of homophobes. I said nothing, but turned on my heel, pushing open the doors and walking to my room. I found Casey sitting on the floor with her sketchpad, music playing loudly through her headphones. I smiled sadly at her, I would miss her the most. She looked up, and even as the look faded from my face, she could see it in my eyes. She got to her feet, putting her pad down to look at me one last time. She had a thin smile on her face, and I could see her eyes filled with a sadness so deep and wide, I think space would have a hard time claiming to be bigger.

"You gonna see her once your out?"

More tears threatened to fall, but not for Ash, but rather what I was going to do once I was gone. I hated all of those girls guts, but they were the only thing I had, my real family disgusting me.

"I don't know..."

The tears spilled free at the first syllable, and I was enveloped in warmth once again. I gripped onto her desperately tight, so afraid to let go. She "shh"'ed me quietly, stroking my hair and rocking me gently back and forth. I would miss this place so much, and the thought only made me cry harder.

"I'll always be there for you, and I'll be out soon enough."

I looked up to her, eyes still hurting from more tears to be shed.

"Promise?"

She looked down at me, and I could see the pity flowing from her.

"I swear."

I cried again.

Hours later, I had gotten all my stuff packed, and my mom was on her way, called by Mother Catharine. I stood at the opened window, gazing out at the green again, reliving memories. I heard someone step beside me, and saw the small flash of red.

"Wanna go out there one more time?"

I smiled.

"Sure."

We both climbed out and took our respective seats on the ledge. We both gazed out, both lost in another time, another place where happiness was a plentiful as air, and as true as gravity.

"Y'know, out of all Ash's ex's, I'd have to say I like you the most Spence."

I smiled at her, my body beginning to relax after all the stress had passed.

"I like you the best too."

She smiled that same ghost of a smile, and I saw the sadness hang over her like an eternal shadow.

"If you see her around, tell her I said hi."

My smile faltered for just a second, but then I realized, I would've told her Casey said 'hi' with or without her asking me to.

"I'll tell her."

She smiled, tears welling up in her eyes. I saw a large truck heading for the gates at break neck speed, and knew that it was my signal to leave. I turned one last time to look at Casey as the wind picked up, swirling around her as I saw a lonely tear travel down her face.

"That'd make a beautiful picture."

She only smiled, her eyes still glazed over.

"Thank you Spence, you made me realize why I'm still alive."

I looked at her curiously.

"I'm still here because I know Ash never did this to me on purpose, and she still loves me, not as much as you, but she does, and when I see you, I remember everything about her. It's like I had a little piece of Ash with me to remind me of how I was."

The tears were steadily running now, and for the first time since I'd met her, I saw her look truly happy.

"Thank you for helping me through all this, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."

She smiled again, climbing in the window as I followed her. She bent to pick up her sketch pad, flipping through the pages until settling on one and tearing it out. She handed it to me, her hands slightly shaking.

"Something to remember me by."

I looked down and saw it was a sketch of Ash, everything in perfect detail down to that little freckle on the bridge of her nose. It was all in black and white except for her eyes, which had been colored in a dark brown.

"How'd you get her eyes like that?"

She was opening the door, glancing down the hallways before turning back to me.

"If there's ever something that you remember Ash by, its those eyes of hers. If you looked long enough, you could see eternity."

I ran to her, crushing her in a bear hug as I felt her return it with the same need. I ran back to my bed, picking up the grey sweatshirt, inhaling it one last time before walking back over to her. I handed it to her, and she looked down at it, almost as if it would explode in her arms.

"But, she gave this to you..."

"I think you might need it more then I do."

She looked up one last time, another smile on her face.

"Your not really 'cured' are you?"

I smirked, giving her a wink before leaving.

"I'm one of Ash's girls, how could you ever think that?"

She only grinned, putting a hand on my shoulder as I walked off, leaving her in the doorway with the sweatshirt in her hands.

"Smack Emily good for me yeah?"

Her grin only widened.

"Hell yeah, take care kid."

I finally turned around, walking down the stairs and winding through the hallways, finally bursting through the doors to, surveying the grounds one more time, taking everything in before waltzing up to the Tahoe and getting in shotgun, my mom smiling at me. I payed no attention to her meaningless questions, just smiled and nodded when I was supposed to until finally, we were home again. I bolted from the truck and up to my room, falling down on my bed at once, grinning into the comforter as sleep began to wash over me.

I woke hours later to the smell of pancakes, smiling widely before stomping downstairs like I used to when I was a little kid. I sat down to a huge plate of them and dug in, suddenly starving. Dad watched me with a smile on his face, but I could still the sadness in him, and I knew it wasn't long before what little was left of this family fell apart too. Glen came running down the stairs, pausing to ruffle my hair as ran out, yelling something about "Madison", and Clay followed too, giving me a hug before sitting down to some cereal. Things were normal for the first few weeks, with a lot less fighting and yelling, and we even sat down to eat dinner together, which was about as rare as rare got.

But... nothing golden ever lasts forever, and after about 2 weeks, things fired back up. I would wake daily to the routine sound of shouts and curses, and I found the familiar tug of going to the park again. But I was terrified of seeing Ash there again, starting another downward spiral doubtlessly, and earning me another spot at St. Mary's for sure. So, I spent my days cooped up in my room, slowly but surely reverting back to my old self, spending hours at a time on my computer, looking for new music to dull my thoughts, and ease my mind. I had built up my itunes library by over 1000 songs, and it showed no signs of slowing down. While I was on another music trek, Glen burst into my room with an excited look on his face.

"Heya Squirt, wanna go to a party later on?"

I looked at him, looking to see if he was joking.

"I don't know, where's it at?"

" I have no idea, Madison heard about it from Aiden, so, you wanna go or not?"

I sighed, looking at him then back to my screen.

"Yeah, sure, I'll go. What time do we have to be ready?"

"Like, now."

"I thought you said later!"

He looked at his watch.

"According to Mr. Rolex, it is later, move your ass!"

He slammed my door, leaving me wondering what on earth I'd gotten myself into. Several minutes later, I was running after Glen as he gunned up the Tahoe, revving the engine a little louder then necessary as we pulled out, speeding along.

"Do you know where we're going?"

"Madison said to follow the huge train of cars... and I think I found it."

I looked ahead only to choke on the air. There was a huge line of cars racing for respective parking, and tons of kids pouring into a huge house at the very end of the culdesak. I knew that house...

"Glen, I changed my mind, can you drop me back off at home?"

He snorted, looking at me with disbelief.

"This is THE party of the summer. You were happy about it a minute ago."

"But not now. Glen, please."

He shook his head, cruising into an empty space and making a van full of kids start cursing him out.

"Nothin' doin' kid, look, just go in there and get some beer, you'll loosen up in no time. I promise."

He slid out of the car, leaving me there as I stared at the house. Her house.

Several minutes had dragged by as night began to fall, and I knew it was now or never, here was a perfect chance to prove that I really was over Ash. And in her own home nonetheless. I forced a smile, hopping out of the truck and walking to the huge house which seemed to shake from the noise. As soon as I set foot in the house, memories washed over me in tsunami sized waves, almost sweeping me off my feet and out of the house. I walked through all the rooms, reliving a different memory, the giant TV and couch where we'd first held hands, the kitchen with one of our countless tickle fights, and finally, the couch in pool room, where we'd finally realized how many holes we had in our relationship. How afraid I was, how hurt she was, how heartbroken both of us became after that night.

The memories were getting harder to continue watching, and I quickly walked to the huge stockpile of alcohol, hidden in a small room off of the kitchen. Tons of people were smashed into the room, all perusing what she had, and I found myself a bottle of Whiskey. I hated it, but it could dull the razor sharp point of my memories. I took a huge drink, tears springing up in my eyes as it scalded my throat. I almost dropped the bottle as I coughed into my hands. I half expected to be coughing up blood, but when I looked at my hands, I saw no such thing. I took another couple quick drinks before setting the bottle down, and came back to the living room, the TV and couch pushed against the wall, and speakers all over the place, pumping out mind numbing music as a huge blob danced in synch to it. I suddenly felt hands sliding around my waist, and my body reacted violently, making me jump and spin light speed to face whoever it was. I let out a heavy sigh, my mind for just a second had Ash standing there, a wide grin on her face.

It was just another guy. He reached out his hand and I grabbed it as he leaned closer to me, his breath playing over my ear. I did feel a chill creep down my spine, but nothing like Ash could cause.

"Hey, sorry about that, you just looked to beautiful to be standing there with no one to dance with."

He leaned back a little, grinning at me. He had messy brown hair that fell all around his face, "hippy hair" as my dad put it, and honey colored eyes. He leaned back in again.

"I'm Derek."

I put my face near his ear and noticed a crop of goosebumps all around it.

"Spencer."

He smiled at me, holding out his hand. I took it and he led me to the center of the blob, not once letting go of my hand, turning me around gently as his hands found their way to my waist. He leaned in again.

"You ok with this?"

I smiled, aside from Aiden, this could be one of the nicest guys I'd ever met in LA.

"Fine, are you ok with it?"

He grinned at me, showing off his perfect teeth as he turned me around, his hands running wild all over me. I didn't feel disgusted like when that goon had done it, but I still felt uncomfortable. Like this wasn't right. Like it was forced somehow, awkward. Not how it had been with Ash. I shook my head, trying to get rid of my pestering thoughts as we continued dancing. When there was a temporary lull in the noise, I yelled at him (everyone's hearing shot)

"Can we get something to drink?"

"Sure thing."

We wove our way back out of the blob, the music cutting back in, blasting throughout the house again. We arrived back at the room, now with only a few people in it, and the shelves beginning to look a little bare. Derek grabbed a bottle Grey Goose and several shot glasses, grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs. Unease washed over by the gallon, each step familiar to me, and he finally turned to a door that I knew so well.

"I don't think she'll be here, c'mon."

"Do you know her?"

It was out before I could help myself. He turned to look back at me, the meager light hitting his eyes and making them look like chunks of Amber in his head. I smiled a little.

"Kinda, I'm Aiden's friend, so I met her while they were dating. She's pretty nice, she's a dyke though... what a waste, I'll tell ya."

The way he said the word almost made me puke. I had heard the word "gay", and "homosexual", but that word...

"You ok? You look kind of dizzy, here."

He led me to her bed, and it was all I could do to keep my tears at bay, the memories coming faster, the feelings intense. He dragged her small coffee table from in front of the couch to the foot of the bed, popping open the bottle and pouring two messy shots into the glasses. He handed one to me, then took his own. He raised it in a salute, eyes locking with mine.

"To Ashley Davies and throwing a great party."

He grinned, throwing back his head and draining his glass.

"To Ashley Davies..." I muttered, throwing the liquid into my mouth, re-igniting the fire in my throat. 12:25, half the bottle was gone, along with Derek's shirt, and mine. 12:45, there's about 2 shots left, I let Derek have them, afraid of what could happen if I had too much to drink again. By now his pants are off, and he's trying to work mine off. I quickly pushed him off, standing up and saying some sort of excuse, running down the hall and down the stairs.

I emerged at the packed dance floor again and breathed a sigh of relief, after the incident at Aiden's rave, I had steered clear of boys and alcohol altogether. The room was doing circles around me, and I tried to think of a way to calm it down, looking for Aiden, or maybe even...

There. She was there, right on the outskirts, batting Aiden away from a girl. I didn't stop to see the rest, but I saw her grab Ash's hand and just like that, the mirage was gone. I felt sick to my stomach again. And then I did something weird. Like really weird. You know that little piece of your brain that has the word "Jealousy" stamped on it in big, red letters? Well, I think mine grew at least 10 times, and before I knew it, I was jogging back upstairs, finding a still drunk Derek, messing around with Ash's drum set.

"Derek?"

He looked up at me, confusion in his eyes as he tried to identify me. Suddenly, his face lit up, and he hit the cymbals with a terrific clash.

"You think I'm any good?"

"Definitely, but how bout you put down those sticks and pay some attention to me?"

That part was beginning to control my ability to speak and move, and before I knew it, I was enveloped in his body as he slammed me against the wall, his kisses messy and missing my mouth half the time. I tried to shake off the feeling of unease, but it just wouldn't go away. And the fact that we were still here, in Ash's room of all places made me want to kick him in the shins and run as fast as I could. I pressed against his shoulders as he looked at me, his eyes glazed over with lust.

"Can we... not do it in here?"

He gave me a curious look.

"I have... we had... just not here ok?"

His face lit up again before grabbing my hand and pulling me roughly out of the room and down the hall. He kicked a door open, and even in the dark, I could tell we were in the bathroom. Rather random, my rational part of the brain was commenting, but the Jealous part was getting the better of me, and I let his clumsy hands struggle with my belt buckle, then my button and eventually, they were in a heap on the ground, his rough hands working my shirt off. He had been pushing me backwards, and I suddenly found my back in the tub with him on top of me. The familiar feeling of claustrophobia descended on me, but I vainly pushed it away. His mouth had found its way to my neck, biting gently as my body shook like a leaf caught in a storm. I found my nails digging into his back, even as he worked lower down. In the middle of all this, I thought I heard the doorknob turn and some shuffling but I quickly dismissed it as his undershirt came off, leaving both of us in our underwear, and I'm sure he'd fix that soon enough.

Suddenly, the lights flipped on, and I head a loud "oh shit!" and thought I recognized the voice from somewhere, but couldn't place it. I tried to push Derek off me, but he was securely on top of me, somehow oblivious to the fact someone else was here with us. I heard something open and the rustle of pills before a closing sound. Suddenly, the curtains were ripped back, and just about puked all over the place. It was Ash...

She stumbled back wildly, tripping over a plunger and going down with a yell, lying there on her back. I finally pried Derek off of me, wobbling up and out of the tub, the room doing 360's all around me. I stood over Ash as her eyes came back into focus on me. She roughly pushed me and ran out of the room, and I heard the dull thud of her running into the walls. I quickly put my pants back on, looking for my shirt, only to find Derek's. I might have shouted her name as I struggled with one of my pants legs, but I don't remember, and I was down the hall after her minutes later. I knew she'd be back at her room, and I found I was right, but I paused in the doorway as I took in the scene. There she was, collapsed on her couch, not moving, and I was terrified she might have stopped breathing altogether. Just as I drew breath to speak, her head moved up, and I saw the hurt coursing through her veins and pumping throughout her. She got off of the couch, turning around and heading for the balcony. My brain finally processed what was happening.

"Ash?"

She froze in place, not turning to look at me, but not moving either. My feet began moving me automatically to her, just as she began to move too, but my hand found her shoulder and stopped her cold again. She began twisting and turning, but I didn't let go. I wouldn't. My other hand accompanied my left, turning her around as I let the feeling of her warmth seep through my skin and into my very being. She continued trying to twist away from me, but I was keeping her right her with me.

"Ash, stop. Please, stop."

She stopped struggling immediately, and we locked gazes again, but try as I might to find some remnant of the old Ash, there wasn't anything. The eyes I was looking at and the eyes that were in that picture above my bed were from different people. I noticed her heavy breathing, and she stunk of alcohol. My protective side began to win the inner battle in my head.

"Are you drunk?"

I heard myself say it, but didn't realize I had actually said it, my mind not registering a thing my mouth was saying. There was a heavy silence until she broke it.

"What's it matter to youuuu."

Even if she was drunk, it hurt. It always mattered to me. And suddenly, my old feelings sprang to life and I knew I could not leave this house without getting Ash back, as a friend at least. At the very least.

"I- Ash, don't be so hard about this."

"Don't be so hard???!"

Her breath smelled worse then she did, and I reeled back a little bit, the stench almost knocking me out. It was like she had consumed every drop of booze in the room downstairs single handedly. Even if she was drunk, I had feeling she'd been waiting to say these things to me for weeks.

"Ash, you don't need to-"

"Don't need to what?? Don't need to be angry at you?? Don't need to be heartbroken, don't need to be fucking dead on the inside?? Huh? Is that what I'm NOT supposed to be??!"

Those words cut deeper then a knife could ever hope to do, and I finally released her as I backed up, the urge to throw myself out of the window coming back again. No, I was standing my ground, we needed to do this.

"You hurt me too Ash, you did, but we can still be-"

"NO!!!"

She yelled it at me, and I took another step backwards, absolutely terrified of the girl before me. Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"I don't want to be fucking friends Spence, I want you, with me, forever and ever!!! Do you hear me?? I LOVE YOU!!!"

Somewhere in my mind, in that small little piece that's always right no matter what was smirking at me while whispering into my ear; See, told you she'd love you forever, now, just tell her the same thing and everything will be ok again. I shook my head, no.

"I love you too..."

My voice was beginning to fail me, and I felt like we were back on the couch downstairs, all those days ago.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to Mr. Fuck or something?"

I looked up at her, and the tears were beginning to build up behind my eyes, screaming for release into the world.

"I just want to be friends..."

And it was such a lie I almost laughed at myself. She shook her head wildly, tears now running madly down her cheeks as I felt myself loosing control of my own tears as the first broke out.

"No, Spence, we weren't ever 'just friends', we were everything to each other, and you gave it up."

She snapped her fingers in front of her.

"...just like that."

Oh no, she did not just accuse me of giving up. Then, that vengeful part of my brain kicked in, the one that had wanted to bash in Emily's face, and my anger came from out of nowhere as I found my voice suddenly ten times stronger.

"I gave it up??! Ash, you practically kicked me out of your house!!!"

I saw her eyes narrow as she glared at me.

"You couldn't no you WOULDN'T love me!!! You were all fine and dandy at my house or the beach, but as soon as someone brought the heat, you were backing down like a God-damned coward!!!"

That did it, my tears finally broke free and created a steady stream down my face.

"I was scared ok?? What was I supposed to do??"

"LOVE ME SPENCE!!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FUCKING LOVE ME!!!!"

My mouth opened and closed several times, and that little smirk part of my brain just laughed at me, and I knew that was the answer all along. We shouldn't have gone through all of this. None of it was necessary, we still loved each other, maybe even more now, and we were now in the same place as we had been before, still madly in love with each other, but too dense and stupid to realize it. She glanced quickly backwards before turning back to me.

"Whatever Spence, you can take all those guys you fucked, and all the guys your gonna fuck and shove em' right up your ass, you know why? Cause I'm done. I loved you with everything I had, but that wasn't good enough, not for you."

My heart broke (if even possible at this point) and I finally realized what she was going to do. She had always commented about how old and rusted that railing was, and if we weren't careful during our tickle fights we would probably be hurtling to the pool below. Oh no... She flipped me off, sprinting to the door just as I screamed her name. There was a sick crack, and I saw her tumble over the edge. I bolted to the door, rushing down the stairs and fighting my way through the mob and bursting through the French Doors (one shattered) I felt the faint sting of glass in my foot but ran on, seeing bubbles rising from the pool, I didn't even stop to think, one minute I was running in the grass, the next, I'm diving headfirst into her pool, trying to save a drunk Ashley.

I found her already settled on the pool bottom, her eyes closed. I continued to claw my way through the water, finally grabbing onto one of her floating arms, and pulling her with me as my lungs felt like they were about to explode. I surfaced with a gasp, quickly pulling Ash up as I held her head in my arms. I was crying hysterically as I dog paddled to the shallow end and up the stairs, settling her on the pool deck. I checked her pulse, but found none. I panicked.

"SOMEBODY CALL THE MEDICS!!!!!"

The cry was enough to shatter glass, and I saw Aiden stumbling over the lawn, now only in his boxers, and even those were looking kind of bare... He had a cellphone and quickly punched in 911, throwing it to me as he looked at Ash, his eyes conveying stark fear and confusion.

"911, what's the emergency?"

"Please, somebody help... she's not breathing, oh my God."

"Calm down, ma'am what happened?"

"She.. she fell from her room into the pool, and she's not breathing."

"Does anyone around you know CPR?"

I looked up to Aiden, but solemnly shook his head.

"No, nobody does, just please, send help."

"We'll be sending the paramedics immediately, what's the address?"

I quickly rattled it off and hung up, choking back my tears as I checked her pulse again. It was there, but faint.

"You promised!!"

She said nothing, but her head lolled to the side.

"YOU PROMISED!!!!!!"

I collapsed on top of her soaking wet body, clinging to it like a lifeline. The minutes ticked off, and I faintly heard the sound of sirens. I was on Ash for what felt like hours before I felt a pair of hands gently lift me off and take Ashley away. I stumbled up as they put her on a stretcher and ran back through the house, now emptied by the sound of sirens. I gave chase, running after them, only to come just in time to see them loading her into the back of an ambulance. I ran after the car as it drove down the street, the sirens cutting through the night like a knife. I finally gave up halfway down the street as a breeze picked up, blowing past me.

"YOU PROMISED ME!!!!!!!"

A/N: I had meant to finish this earlier, but something happened, and I started remembering things that I hadn't thought of in ages. They weren't really nice things to remember, but like all memories they came back anyway. Needless to say, I was in no state to write, so this is a little late, but very long by my standards. Sorry.