DISCLAIMER: I own only Double D's cousin, Stacie, and Aleisha. Unfortunately, no one else such as Ed, Eddy, Edd, nor my Rolf...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My jaw is sore, I was listening to angsty music, and reading angsty fics. This is a combination of those. Ok, well, my sore jaw has nothing to do with it. And well, too much homework makes my brain try and think too much, results being some twisted story. They are all fifteen-sixteen, and this will explain a.) what's under the hat, and b.) what makes Eddy the way he is.

WARNINGS: Very gruesome later, lots of language, some sexuality. Oh, and angst. And the title? If it sounds firmiliar, it's because the gothic band Black Tape for A Blue Girl inspired it.

Black Tape for a Broken Soul

By: Rolf & Eddy's Gal, PunkGothicJackal

Prolouge

The driving rain pounded at the window, like a cry for help against a oncoming stalker. Even the unrelenting downpour couldn't dampen her spirits, and she flounced about outside the bus station with something of renewed spirit, her hair sleeked with rain, her clothes damp from the puddles. Even the goosebumps on her cold flesh couldn't discourage her, and passerbys watched her with the nervous tension one gets watching a poisonous spider, waiting to strike. But strike she didn't.

The driver boarded his bus and sat in the leather driver's seat, honking the horn once, twice, three times. The girl looked up, and grabbing the patched and ratty duffle bag, she joined the other passengers in boarding. She smiled at the old woman in the seat next to her, and looked out at the gray sky, watching the fields pass as all the pain and hurtful memories were left behind in the city she would no longer call home. She couldn't contain her smile as she thought of her destination- to find the one boy she had ever cared for, and loved.

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Eddy lay on his bed, looking at the pictures tacked onto the wall. Practice had ran late, and his arms felt weak from the overwork.

He rolled onto his stomach, and with a sigh, he got up and shuffled over to the computer, flopping into the chair with a squeak. He checked his inbox, nothing but an old email from Stacie with the answers to an Latin assignment.He hated the language, but his parents were making him take it. Luckily, the class wasn't a total waste. Him and Stacie goofed off the whole time, and he always got her to give him the homework after driving her crazy trying to answer it himself.

Closing his inbox, he signed off. He sat in the chair for a few minutes, simply taking in the room around him, with the 80's theme and clothes strewn all over the floor. His eyes once again rested on the picture, taking in the image that was so well remembered. Every detail of Aleisha's face, her smile, her glittering eyes. But that was from a different lifetime, before everything changed. He would never see Aleisha again, and he knew it. But he couldn't let go of her, and wasn't willing to share the memory, not even with the closest of friends. They knew nothing about that side of him, and they never would, if he had his way.

He looked at the more recent photo, taken three years ago. It was a fairly good picture of Double-D, Ed, Stacie, and himself in the lane. Those were the days.

He smiled, turning the lights off, and lay down in bed, listening to the rain.

A/N: Chapter 1 up this week, please review!