"It will be okay Charlie," Charlie remembered Carrie telling her "They're just taking Dom to…a…hospital, yes a hospital. He'll be fine,"

"Stop telling me lies!" Charlie had screamed, eyes filled with tears, "Stop telling me! I saw him! I saw him dead! I hate you! I hate you all!"

Carrie had rushed forward, "Charlie, shh…,"

"I'm sixteen! I know what I'm doing Carrie! Let me go! You can't protect me forever!"

Charlie remembered running out onto the road, and sitting there in the rain, sobbing. Then, suddenly, her dream changed. A silver Mercedes stopped in front of her, and Dominic got out. Yet it was not Dominic. It was…"Will?" Charlie asked, as the figure bent down beside her.

"Go away Will! I told you to go away! What are you doing! No!"

Will was not listening. He was busy reaching down, holding her hand in his.

"I told you, I don't even like you as a friend! In fact, I hate you! Go away!"

But Will did not go away. He pulled her up, out of the rain.

Rain. The image of Dominic as he lay dead flashed back into her mind. His mouth in a scream, accusing her, saying "You did not save me! You didn't! I trusted you, but you let me die!"

"No! Dom!" Charlie wailed, "It wasn't my fault!"

"But it was!" Dom had come alive again, "It was! You killed me,"

"No! No! I…did," Charlie wept, "I did! I killed you!"

"Yes, you did!"

"I...did,"

Then there was Will, holding her tightly.

"Will…I hate you," Charlie said.

"Mmm…I know," Will grinned, carrying her away

Away and out of the rain.

"Will!" Charlie woke up screaming. She went to the window and saw that it was pouring rain outside. Putting on her clothes, she headed outside to wait on the curb. She waited all night, but Will did not come. He did not come.

"I was right. Carrying me away," Charlie snorted, "I'm sure. You're just nothing but a lowly beat-down stupid fool,"

Fool. The words seemed to echo off the houses. The trees seemed to come alive, dancing with her. Charlie frowned, "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

Then a cry shattered the silence of the night, "Dom! I miss you!"

But no reply.

So Charlie cried and cried, until she could cry no more, and even then the tears came falling out, splashing the pavement with all the rain pouring down like bullets.

Then, it all stopped. The rain stopped and a rainbow lit that hazy sky of dawn.

"Dom…?"

But there was no answer. Nothing from the sky, now dry and glorious.

She went back inside, dried off, and fell asleep.

The next day was Saturday. Charlie sat on her bed, staring out the window. She saw Will walking down the street, and for a moment she thought of Dom. This couldn't be happening. She was thinking of Dominic way to much, now that she saw Will everyday. "I wish he would just die," Charlie said through gritted teeth.

"Who?" It was Carrie.

"Will,"

"William seems like a nice boy. Why do you hate him?"

"Because he reminds me so much of Dom," Charlie muttered.

And with that, their conversation was over.

Walking through the woods helped to calm Charlie. Seeing the trees and the birds helped her forget about her dead boyfriend, Will, and everyone else who she knew. But it also helped her think. But if she forgot about Dom, who was there for her to think about? Certainly not Carrie. Her mother. That was it, she always thought about her mother. Her mother was always at work. She never had any time to spend with her kids; when she came home she went straight to bed and she left for work before Charlie would even finish her dreams. Charlie's father was dead, so most of the time it was Carrie running the family. Charlie admired her sister. Carrie just seemed to be able to do things. Charlie knew Carrie might be able to help her through this crisis. But Charlie knew she had to deal with it alone. The fact that she had killed Dominic. "It wasn't my fault,"

But she knew it was. Charlie was alone.

Alone.