Jaden's P.O.V

Jesse had left the room when it started getting late, telling me that I should go to sleep. I think I'm in his room, so I wonder where he's sleeping. I hope he's not on a couch; it's his home so he should be aloud to sleep in his own room. Oh well.

'I wonder how long I'm going to be here. I don't want to be a burden. This Jesse guy seems so nice; he shouldn't have to deal with people like me. But still, I like it here, I guess I should enjoy it while it last,' I thought before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning

I woke up to the sound of the door opening and foot steps coming nearer. I opened my eyes and looked towards the door. Jesse was back, and he brought some one with him. I felt like smiling when I saw Jesse, but decided against it. His friend was glaring at me in a scary way.

"Sorry, did we wake you?" Jesse asked. I did smile at him, but it wasn't like what I wanted to do. The smile was small and awkward looking.

"Yea, but I don't mind,"

"We hope you don't mind but we wanted to have a few words with you," his friend said in a rather rude way. 'Oh great, I should have seen this coming,' I thought. Jesse elbowed him in the ribs for his rudeness.

"Jaden, this is Bastion, he lives here to," I nodded to show I understood.

"Okay, so what do you want to ask me?"

"Well, for one thing," Bastion started as he stepped in front of Jesse, "What were you on the night we picked you up?"

"Bastion!" Jesse said in a yell/whisper. "Jaden, you don't have to answer if you don't want to-"

"Yes he does."

"No, he doesn't" and they continued with that for a while looking a lot like children.

I sighed. "I don't really remember," They stopped.

"Oh, okay," Jesse said. Bastion's glare from earlier returned only it seemed meaner.

"Okay, well then tell us where you live so we can drop you off,"

"Bastion!" this time Jesse just yelled.

"What? He's nothing but a druggy. He's just a-"

"Don't say it!"

"It's alright. If you guys want me to leave then I'll leave. You don't have to take me any where, I'm perfectly capable of walking." I said.

"Fine then get out,"

"YOU GET OUT!" Jesse yelled, shoving him out of the room while I got out of bed and started walking to the door.

"Jaden, you don't have to leave," he said.

"It's okay, I don't mind," I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded and he sighed. "Well, okay then. But you don't have to walk, I could take you and we could leave Bastion here,"

"It's okay, but thanks any way," he sighed again.

"Fine, but walk there for a minute okay?" so I stood and watched as he went to get a note book and a pencil and proceeded to write some thing. When he was done he tore out the peace of paper he was writing on and handed it to me.

I looked down at the paper to see seven numbers on it. I think I looked confused because then he said "It's my phone number, call me if you ever need any thing or just want to talk or anything, okay? I'll be there for you."

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded and put the peace of paper in my pocket. "Thanks," I said before hurrying out of the room.

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I'm home again, lying in my old bed. I've had the same bed ever since grade school. It wasn't even knew when I got it and not there's an imprint of my body from where I sleep every night that I'm actually home. I'm starring at the ceiling. It's old and rotted just like the building I was in- was it yester day? Or the day before? Oh who cares?

The only difference is that there aren't blood stains or bullet holes in my ceiling or walls. There also aren't moldy newspapers or urine on my floor. And my pills are in my night stand. The only things on my floor are dirt, dust, take out food wrappers, and some other random shit.

I don't pay attention enough to care. I'm hardly ever home any way, so what does it matter?

I sigh, get up and go towards my nightstand. I don't feel like thinking, I just want to get high and leave this world behind. I open the drawer and reach in, but stopped before I grabbed one of the pill bottles.

In my head an image of a blue haired blue eyed male appeared along with the words "I'll be there for you."

'was he really telling the truth?' I thought as I closed the drawer, laid back down on my bed and reached into my pocket to poll out a crumpled up peace of paper with seven numbers on it.

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First person P.O.V

"So, do you think he's going to be okay?" Bastion asked as he looked at Jesse from across the table. Jesse wasn't looking at him though, he was staring at his plate of mashed potatoes and corn. He wasn't eating though, he was just playing with the food with his fork. "Jess?"

He looked up. "Hum? Oh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention, what did you say?" Bastion sighed.

"I asked if you think he's going to be okay."

"Oh. Well, I don't know. I hope so though." Bastion looked down.

"Well, don't get your hopes up. Not to sound mean or any thing, but I don't think he's any different from the rest."

"So you think he'll just go right back to doing what he was doing before?"

There was a short silence as Bastion thought about what he wanted to say. He knew he might be entering dangerous territory, but de also felt that what he had to say should be said. He just hoped it wouldn't end badly.

"Yes, I think he will. In fact, there's no doubt in my minds that he will. Just think about it! What reason does he have to stop?" There was silence and Bastion sighed once again. "I really don't mean to sound cruel or any thing, but I don't think he'll stop. It's a lost cause,"

"Why? Why is it a 'lost cause'?" Jesse said, now glaring up into Bastion's eyes. And Bastion was glaring right back at him.

"Think about it. How many druggies have you know?" Jesse's glare grew harder as he tried to keep from crying. He'd known more drug addicts then he could count, most of whom he was related to. "Well?" Bastion said, waiting for an answer. Jesse gritted his teeth.

"A lot,"

"And tell me, how many of them stopped why you tried to help them? How many of them were persuaded by your words and actions?"

Once again Jesse didn't want to answer. He just sat there in his seat, teeth gritted, hands clenched, and tears now flowing from his eyes down his face. But Bastion persisted.

"Well? Has a single one of them stopped? How many are dead? How many are still using? Do you even know?"

"SHUT UP!" Jesse yelled as he did the same thing that Bastion had done the night before. Jerking his body into a standing position so fast his chair fell clattering to the ground; he pounded his fist on the table. "JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!"

"NO! I WON'T! YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS!"

"WHY?" Jesse asked as more and more tears fell.

"Because, saying this is the only thing I can think of to knock some since into you! All those people you used to know that died because of drugs, they didn't stop. You tried to help them, but you couldn't, it was nothing but a waist of your time. And every one else you know on drugs has seen what it can do yet they still use them. They're still addicted. They're nothing but lost causes."

"I- I know that but that boy-"

"Is nothing more then a lost cause himself,"

"NO! He's not! I can still help him! I know I can!"

"No, you can't!"

"Why can't I?"

"Because he doesn't want to be helped; none of them have ever wanted to be helped. They just want to live a life in another place far away from this one to hide from their fears, and then die," by the end Jesse was crying even harder. After a while Bastion walked away, leaving Jesse alone.

"No,"

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A/N: Yea, I managed a chapter longer then a page this time!