A/N: SOMEONE'S GOING TO DIE. IS MY MYSPACE BEING THE ONLY ONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD WANTING TO DO THIS! WHY! WHY I ASK! TOM! TOM PAY YOUR BILLS YOU WHORE! TT ON -cough- On with the show. ; ; -sniffle- :

Dead To The World

Chapter five:

"He was hot." I said through fits of giggles raging through her third matching Honda.

"I can imagine."

"Really hot."

"Mmm hmm."

"And he had a hu-"

"Wow wow wow! Hold the reins darling, I thought you said you didn't check him out?" I blushed laughing so hard I choked while she patted my back.

"I didn't, I can just-just imagine it being-"

"What's this?" She asked, turning my attention from my hands trying to explain what I meant, I looked to where she was looking as we drove past a blinking ambulance blaring a siren. A squad car was directing us to move on as we drove past, looking back in my seat I watched as a bodybag was pulled into the ambulance.

"Must've been a car crash." She glanced in her rearview mirror.

"Where're the cars?" I shrugged, turning back in my seat as she stopped a few minutes later at a four-way.

"I don't know." I said curiously, saying a quick prayer for the passing soul, and their family. Poor people . . .

"Damnit, and I thought I almost got you out of that depressing shit." She said through a flush of giggles. I flashed a mischevious smile and a squint of my eyes.

"I-am-not depressed, thank you very much."

"Huh, I bet. You've got that lost look on your face again. I hate that face." She said, all giggles and smiles gone. I scoffed.

"Are you worried about me?"

"Of course I am. You're my best friend, you're my sister, family. I worry over everything." Too true. Don't we all? I smiled, folding my arms over my chest as I looked her over. She'd be the greatest Mom one day, I just couldn't shove the bitterness from the thought. She glanced over at me and a look passed through us, a look of complete understanding. Pain, love, the years and the problems. We both knew everything there was to know about eachother. And Sam, there were no secrets between the Three Muskateers. Never.

"You were like a daughter to me." She said quietly. Turning her attention back to the road. She turned into Waffle House as I was grateful for the change of direction we were heading in. I didn't like dwelling over the past. What was done, was done. No need going back over it.

I got out of the car quickly, helping her out of the car as she groaned tiredly.

"J wants four kids. I don't know if I can do this four more times." I laughed under my breath.

"Oh but the worse is yet to come." I said, holding her forearm firmly as she thanked me. Waffle House smelled delicious. I knew everyone who was working, all except for the new kid who was mopping the floor. But even as I got a good look at his face I realized it was one of Janet's Pups. I worked with her, nodding and waving at him he smiled that boyish charm that Janet's late husband had, before he left. I could sympathize.

"Mmm it smells so goood in here." Lizz cut through my thoughts as I helped her into a bright yellow booth.

"It does, isn't it supposed to make you sick?"

"Oh I'm way past that point, in fact I'm at the point where I eat everything, fart alot, then steal your food." She said with eyes all for the waiter walking over to us.

"Two waffles, extra butter, grits, eggs over easy, sausage, bacan, hash browns, and some extra napkins," She said in one fast gush, "please." My eyes were watering as the kid looked at her then his pad, scratching his head slowly I patted his hand.

"So, do you just want to skip the drinks?" He said confused. She perked up in her seat.

"Oh an unsweetened ice-tea and a glass of water, please." I looked at her shaking my head.

"Coke, please, and a small cup of black coffee would be great. I don't know what else I want yet." I said sympathetically as he quickly wrote down everything she'd said. He'd be a good waiter after a few good hard weeks.

"Alright, I'll be back." He said, turning off to make the whole restaurant for her. I was still shaking my head when she turned back to me.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"Pregnant woman's got to eat." She said with a pout and a shrug.

"Didn't say anything." I said with a pop of my lips.

The door jingled with the left over Christmas bells that hung above the door. Ted and Bill, Ted being Janet's Dad, and grandfather to the kid who's name I believe was Johnny. Very simple names in that family. Bill was another fellow football fan with us in High School, but never had the guts to join. The jock's liked to give him a hard time for being skinny and short. Our senior year Billy Bob grew a whole 7 inches from the summer, joined the basketball team as later on to become their star of the squad. Then became a cop after he got all muscley from two years in the gym. He showed everyone up after that. I was proud.

They spotted us and walked over with a thud of black leather boots, dressed in their Sheriff hats, and decked out in brown and yellow uniform.

"Well good mornin' ladies, mind if we join?"

"Sure, you get to sit by Lizz."

"Don't mind if I do." Ted said with a wink, scooting inside as he placed his order to John, who was scurrying all on his own as I noticed everyone else had probably chosen this point to take a cigarett break. How nice of them. He placed his order as I chatted politely with muscley Bill to my left.

"So did you guys see the accident on 41?" I nodded, taking a hot sip of my coffee, glancing back over to Lizz. Who was also nodding sympathetic.

"Terrible crash. I feel bad for the family's." She said softly, folding the napkin under her hands over and over. Poor thing.

"It wasn't a crash at all, it was an animal attack." I stiffened from the news, the mug still against my lips as I locked hard eyes onto Elisabeth's who had the same expression.

"I got attacked by a wolf the other night." Both Bill and Ted looked at me seriously, as Bill ignored his phone while it rang over and over with a ring I noted as Chimes.

"You gunna get that?" I asked as he ignored it the second time. He shook his head as he leaned back against the booth.

"Did you report it?" I mocked what he did, leaning back taking the mug with me.

"No."

"Why ever not?" He asked, the first sounds of anger threading through his voice.

"Calm down Old Man, you'll get a heartattack. It wasn't anything. Just a wild animal, it came at me and I hit it and ran. What else was I supposed to do?"

"You did the right thing-"

"Wait," Bill interrupting as he perked, "You hit it? How?" I shrugged.

"Think about a dog coming at you, I mean what does it really have to attack you with? It's front body. Paws, nails, jaws, teeth. You have everything. If I were one on one with a dog I'd kick the shit out of it before it even got close enough to try and bite me."

"Zowie!"

"Well I mean seriously, one on one combat with a mut? I think I could hurt one at least good enough to run away."

"No, she's got a point." Ted said, running his fingers over his handle bar mustache. I hated handle bar mustaches. "Even though you weren't on one on one with a mut, but a full blown wolf. You could've gotten seriously hurt." I shrugged, pulling my hair over my shoulder.

"I saw a bodybag, the wolf killed someone?" Bill scratched the back of his head and Ted looked over at the sizzling grills.

"Well?" Lizzy asked curiously.

"I take that as a yes." I said, sipping the coffee that was cooling too quickly.

"Yeah, but killed would be an understatement." Bill said quietly, I turned towards him politely. "An understatement? How could death be an understatement?"

"Bill-" Ted tried to interrupt before I interrupted him.

"No no, I wanna know." But I was interrupted by Lizzy while she smiled at me appologetically, I smiled sipping my coffee politely. I looked back towards Bill who was smiling and shrugging appologetically over at Ted, who was mumbling something I supposedly shouldn't have been able to hear in the first place. I ignore him.

"It wasn't just one, the coroner says it was a pack of dogs. Well not dogs, you know, wolves." He said as Johnny came back to place a steaming cup of coffee infront of him, while I stared at it wantonly. He must've caught it because with shaking hands he reached over the table and refilled mine. I cooed happily thanking him over and over.

"Hmm coffee coffee coffee." I mumbled cheerfully.

"A pack, you seroius?" Lizz asked, stirring her fake sugar around her melted ice-tea without looking down.

"Wow, that sucks." I said, breathing in the aroma of coffee coffee coffee. He nodded slowly.

"I would tell you what it looked like but, I'm kinda hungry and I don't feel like loosing my lunch-"

"Again." Ted said helpfully. I rolled eyes over at him while he had a more or so green face, staring down at his own mug of coffee disdainfully.

"You too?" I asked amazed. Ted'd been in the force awhile, I wouldn't have guessed he might get sick at the job every once in a while.

"Wow." Lizzy said, her eyes darting from Ted nodding head then back to Bill's mirroring expression.

"Must've been bad." I said quietly, looking down at the checkered table to focuse on something else.

"Bad wouldn't have covered it." Bill said quielty.

"Grotesque wouldn't have covered it." Ted said softly. Wow. Must've been bad.

"Food!" Lizzy chirped happily, as we made room for her huge order of a total 5 whopping plates piled with steaming food. She groped each one from his hands before he could place them infront of her. Bill reached for one of her sausages while she quickly slapped his fingers away.

"What can I get you guys?"

"Lemme get some of that." Billy Bob said, all eyes for Lizz's plate.

"Mmm get your own." She said, eyes rolling back with a mouthful of eggs and bacon.

"Eggs sunny side up and some grits. Not alot. Please." Ted said, face turning back to the table. Sometimes I felt bad that he even had to see some of the stuff they must've been exposed to every other day. Makes me wonder if he could go back, would he have taken the job again.

"Bacon, eggs, and a waffle pla-eese." Bill said managing to rip his eyes from Lizz's plate. Now eye-raping the pad on which Johnny was writing down on.

"Eer can I haaave . . . a hashbrown and some bacon strips please."

"No problem." He said, turning back to his work as I focused on the song that filtered through the air, mixing with the smells of breakfast and bacon. I looked at the jukebox as a small girl with pig-tails and a Saturday day morning pink dress got on her tippy toes to slip another quarter into the machine. I smiled at her, watching as her what seemed to be her Mom took her small dainty hand in her much larger one. I wonder what that felt like. A part of me wanted to know, another part wanted to hate the small girl I didn't know, and then another more sympathetic logical side told me that my cell phone was ringing and that I should focus on something else. I flipped open my phone, noticing it wasn't mine.

"Oh." I said quietly, clipping it back on my hip, making Billy Bob shift. I looked at my fingers as they intertwined with eachother. Listening idly to everyone's conversation as my thoughts drifted. I felt a kick under the table, raising my eyes to find Lizz's questioning stare. She handed me her cell phone under the table as I turned it, so I could look at the small typed letters she wrote.

'Lost look.' it said in flashing letters. I covered my current mood with a smile and a shrug of my shoulders as I slipped the phone back under the table to her. She gripped my hand as she took it in hers, squeezing it, then letting it go.

Suddenly Ted's beeper went off the same time Bill's cell went off. They both grimaced, looking at the number's as they stuffed the last of their food. Taking one last gulp of their drinks, they both stood up.

"Why can't we do that? Talk to the same, dress the same, act the same?" Lizz said staring at the two men standing up. I shrugged, sipping from my mug quietly, eyes rolled to look at the both of them.

"I suppose it takes practice." They both rolled their eyes.

"We've gotta run. See you guys around?"

"Why not?" I said, smiling. Lizzy waved them off with a fork in her hand as she finished off her last waffle.

"I can't believe you ate all that." She sat back, rubbing her stomach as she smiled.

"I can." She said softly, burping as she took a polite sip of her iced-tea. Her Michelle Branch ring-tone went off, while she dug in her purse. Brows burrowing as she looked at the number.

"I told him I'd be with you today." She said with the slightest thread of dissapointment in her voice, made me feel special.

"Hey?" She said, rolling her eyes as she took another larger sip of her drink.

"We're at Waffle-House. Do you need something?" She winced as she scooted off the booth, holding the phone away from her mouth as she pointed towards the door. I waved her off, cradling my coffee in both of my hands while I worshipped the warmth it gave off in my tummy. I glanced across the room bravely, watching the little girl eat a slice of apple pie, her small toes wiggling in her white, butterfly strapped sandles. I smiled, no harm in just looking. Her feet dangles high above the floor in the tall stool she sat in, eyeing the remnants of her pie idly. I wanted to hug her. And I had no idea why.

Her mother pushed her bangs from her child's face, the look on her face reminding me of that Samantha and Parker had last night. The look that said I love you more than life. So, there was harm in looking after all. I wondered where the father was. Probably at home watching football, or working. Or half across the world because the little girl never met him, only getting an invitation to his funeral at 9 years old.

I wondered how her mother loved her. There were so many different kinds of love. The kind of love where she never saw you, never made an effort to see you, only caring that you got food and whatever you asked for. As she played alone in that large suburban house of hers, having only her dolls and herself as company. She'd grow up to be alone, where she'd make life friend's in High School who would brighten her life like stars in the night sky. Filling her with joy, and reminding her that life can be joyous and full of life, and happiness. I hoped that young girl had a wonderful childhood, because she would remember this day. Where she sat young in her Saturday morning pink dress and white butterfly sandles, her pig-tails bobbing with her pie-filled smile. Where her Mother pampered to her, smiling a smile that the young girl would grow up to inherit. It's the smallest things that meant the most later on, they all added up. To either be lethal or memorable. I hoped the latter for the girl. She'd remember this day the rest of her life. As would her Mother for years to come.

The door jingled with a scurrying Elisabeth, she ran over to the cash register plopping down what looked to be money. She looked at me with a face that made me stand and run to her. She grabbed my hand, where as she flew out of the door. I looked back one more time behind me at the little girl's precious face as she smiled at me. I smiled back, I'd remember this day. The smell of bacon and eggs, the girl her mother, the jingle of the doors as we flew through them.

: A/N : TT I've had a bad day. So this will be depressing. Well not depressing but whatever. It gets better, I would tell you the whole plot and happy ending. (Sorry I don't do it tragedy style, it's happy or nothing) But there are some hard twists later down that are kind of harsh. I hope you like it, 3 :