AN:Another Chapter. Please review.

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The Last Time I saw You

Chapter 3 Wicked Little Town

Dallas sat in the jail cell. Too bad the bullets missed any vital organs. It had been a week. Each day dragging slower and slower by each day. He layed down on the hard bed and looked up at the cracked ceiling. The ceiling leaked water onto the hard tiled floor. Prison really sucked. Why was he so dumb that he couldn't even die the way he wanted to. He sat up on his bed. It would be his bed for the next few months to a year. He never really payed attention to his sentence. He knew if he behaved they'd let him out early. Well that's what he hoped.

'You know the Sun is in your eyes

And hurricanes and rains

Black and cloudy sky's'

Dallas got up and looked out the barred window. Why did life have to be so hard? Most importantly why did he always have to fuck up? It was another cloudy and rainy day. The sky's as dark as they could be in daylight. The perfect weather to reflect his mood. Black and cloudy. His life sucked. Everything sucked. He closed his eyes and sighed. The familiar figure of a girl showed up. Long dark brown hair and shinning green eyes. He shook his head and growled. He turned around abruptly but winced in pain. He'd forgotten about his wounds. Hell they'd probably leave scars. They went in pretty deep. But at the moment he could care less.

'You're running up and down that hill

You turn it on and off at will

There's nothing here to thrill or bring you down

And if you've got no other choice

You know you can follow my voice

Through the dark turns and noise

Of this wicked little town'

Starrla's voice echoed through his head. He snarled and hit his head against the wall. Trying to block it out. But he failed. His cellmate just laughed at his stupidity.

"Shut the fuck up,"He growled.

"What if I don't. I don't get how you could end up here. What are you 17, 18?"He said again laughing.

"I said shut up,"He growled again.

"Come on kid I ain't scared of you."

Dallas turned and glared at him "I ain't gunna start a fight cause I don't want to be in here until I'm 25."

"Bo fucking who,"He replied.

'Oh Lady Luck has led you here

And they're so twisted up

They'll twist you up I fear'

Dallas gave him the finger and layed down on his bed. He counted the bullet wounds he had in his head. 7. 7 was supposed to be a lucky number. Too bad it wasn't 7 was when the rumble started 7 is now the number of people in the gang. 7 was also the second digit of his age. It was also the 7th when the fire at the church started. In Dally's view 7 was the most unlucky number in the world. He rolled over onto his stomach. But quickly rolled over cause of the pain. One thing was for certain. Lady Luck was not on his side.

'The pious, hateful, and devout

You're turning tricks till your turned out

The wind so cold it burns

You're burning out and blowing 'round

And if you've got no other choice

You know you can follow my voice

Through the dark turns and noise

Of this wicked little town'

Dallas growled and shook his head. He hated his life. What he had become. There was a time where he wasn't the tow-headed teenager he was. A time he didn't get sent to jail every week. That was 8 years ago when he was 9. He wanted out of this prison. But he knew it would be a while. So he just sighed and decided to wait it out. He knew couldn't but he knew he had too. If he ever wanted to see his friends and the one girl he loved ever again.

'The fates are vicious and they're cruel

You learn too late you've used 2 wishes

Like a fool'

Dallas decided to figure stuff out as he starred at the many cracks dripping water in the ceiling.

'I miss Starrla. I miss the gang. Life is a cruel joke. I'll wake up and this will all just be a bad dream. Johnny won't be dead and I won't be here.'

Dallas closed his eyes tightly. Bit when he opened them he was still there. He was stuck in reality. Johnny was dead and he didn't know what happened with anyone else. He closed his eyes again.

'Please god I ain't ever asked you anything before but please get me out of here,' He prayed silently in his head.

A deep spot in his heart wanted this to be a dream. But the rest said he was just a screw-up who didn't deserve to live. He knew he had to keep going to keep breathing. Cause you never know what the future would deal you. One day he knew he'd get out and be free again.

'At least I hope,'He though looking out of the window.

He just wanted to be who he was. And not the hood he obviously wasn't.

'And then you're someone you are not

And Junction City ain't the spot

Remember Mrs. Lot and when she turned around

And if you've got no other choice

You know you can follow my voice

Through the dark turns and noise

Of this wicked little town'

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AN: Well there you go. Dallas ain't dead.

Song

Hedwig and the Angry Inch - Wicked Little Town