Author's Note: Well guys, this is it! The last part of the story! There will be about 7 chapters in part 3, and I've got 4 of the 7 written, so hopefully I'll be updating a lot. I'm also writing another story, The boy behind closed doors, so stay tuned for that! OOO I'm so excited! Lol

Diclaimer: Do I still have to do these? Honestly… Part 3

INTRO

A few weeks afer Timid's death.

Skittery's broken bores are healed now, and our cuts and bruises are now just scars to remind us of my mistake.

Timid is gone, but I see her everywhere…

Chapt. 1

"No, don't hurt him! Don't hurt him like ya did ta Sam! Please!" The knife plunged down towards Skittery, and Timid jumped into harm's way.

"TIMID!"

I woke up crying. These dreams are really getting' old. I got dressed and walked outside. It was so early in the morning that it was still dark out, but I decided to go for a walk anyway. Before I realized where I was going, I walked up the steps of the newsboy's lodging house. I snuck in and tip toed up the stairs, to where Skittery was sleeping.

"Common Skittery get up." I whispered into his ear. When the only response I got was his soft snoring, I began to prode him with my finger.

"Get up Skitt!" I hissed.

"I didn't do it!"

"Skittery!"

"Wha?" he mumbled.

Once I finally got him completely awake and dressed, it was beginning to get light outside. Kloppman would be getting the boys up soon. We walked slowly towards the distribution center. I had decided not to go to school today.

"I had another nightmare."

"About… dat night? Again?"

"Yeah. I can't get 'em outta my head. An' ta know Jimmy lived makes me so mad. He doesn't deserve ta live."

Skittery didn't respond.

"Well, you're being da best person ta talk to right now." I said sarcastically.

"Well what do ya want me ta say?"

"I don't know!" I walked away, and waited for the gates to open to buy my papers.