I remember every word the guy said to me, and here I am awake in the dark with stinging feet singing my mom's favorite song.

"Long ago, just like the hearse, you die to get in again... We are so far from you..." My voice crcks, and even though I know I'm not really a great singer, or even a good one, it makes me feel so much closer to her just to sing her favorite song.

"What's the worst thing I can say? Things are better if I stay, so long and goodnight, so long and goodnight. Came a time, when every star fall brought you to tears again we are the very hurt you sold. And what's the worst you take, from every heart you break and like the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight."

My voice cracks all through the chorus of the song. I was never a very big My Chemical Romance fan, but mom loved them.

"And if you carry on this way, things are better if I stay, so long and goodnight so long and goodnight..."

I remember she'd always sing this song to me when I was little, before going to bed and I'd just like hearing her voice, or when she was making dinner sometimes. When I look back at things, this song was everywhere. I never knew I could miss the song I'd come to hate, it showed up in my life so often I just started thinking 'oh no, not this again,' but now I want her to sing it to me just one more time.

I force myself out of bed, the one in the room not yet full of my belongings, and trudge downstairs with the blanket me and mom always used to cuddle under when watching Discovery Channel late at night. I take a coke from the fridge and me, my coke, and the ratty old blanket make ourselves at home on the couch and fall asleep to the sounds of Shark Week.

I've had a few... more than a few, demands to continue this because it's been so long, and this feeble excuse for a chapter isn't what you all deserve, but I've been struggling with a lot lately and I haven't had time to do much, or really anything at all. I'm confused, hurt emotionally, and just plain miserable, and writing a story with so much sadness in it can't help me. I get into the roles of the characters, especially Tory because She's a lot like me, but also very different, and I can always get into the roles of who I'm writing as. So I'm very sorry I've been so bad with this story and I hope to update again much sooner than I did this time. Again, I am so, so sorry it took me so long...