A/N This chapter contains some very harsh language and extremely high tension. You have been warned.

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By senior year of High School, Johnny 13 had officially lost all of his truest friends, having replaced them with kids from the dangerous crowd, the wrong side of the tracks. The only true friend he had left was his best friend, Jeffrey Wainright, and even then their relationship had grown threadbare. Johnny had totally ruined his own life, and there was nothing Jeff could do but sit back and watch as his roommate and best friend in the world drank, smoked, and screwed himself into an early moral and physical grave. What was worse was that Jeffrey hadn't noticed until it was just a little too late.

"Johnny, wake up, it's time for class."

"I can't, I have a splitting headache."

"Gee, I wonder why." Jeff said sarcastically as he held up a bottle of tequila.

"Oh, God, not another lecture."

"Yes, Johnny, another lecture. Johnny, I can't let you do this to yourself, man. All you do is drink like a fish, smoke like a chimney, get so baked you can't even pee straight, and sleep with any hoe you can find."

"Listen, you're not my dad…"

"No, but I'm your best friend and I care about you! I don't want you to wake up one day and realize you've wasted your life! You need to get your shit together, man."

"Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?"

"Listen, you little shit! My little brother was hit and killed by a drunk driver! He was riding along on his tricycle when out of nowhere a car jumped the curb and hit him! Had he survived, he would have been a freshman this year. You don't know what it's like seeing your kid brother get hit by a car doing 150 mph. Every day I thank God I'm alive."

"Yeah, well my parents were killed because the road was covered in ice! A car was careening out of control and hit them! Sometimes I relive that night in my dreams, that's why I wake up screaming and drenched in sweat! I don't know or care wether the guy behind the wheel was drunk or not, all I know is death is a part of life…"

"So that justifies unnatural deaths, does it? An icy road is beyond human control, drunk driving isn't."

"You don't care about me. Why did I ever call you my friend?"

"Those guys are not your friends. If they were, they wouldn't let you kill yourself like this. JONATHAN TRENT, GET BACK HERE!" he yelled as his roommate stormed out. That was the last time they would ever speak as friends. That evening Johnny moved out of their dorm and in with his "friend", Ramón Gonzalez.