A/N, Well, once again it looks like I've struck out. I really wanted to bring something new to the table, both for myself and for FF. Being a little older gives me some incite to the past, and I lived thru the era represented here. I realize this may have been a little rougher in the dialog department than some could tolerate, and I felt a little uneasy presenting it as such. But I felt the use of such language was required to reach the emotional levels I wanted. This piece was far outside my comfort zone, but if that's what it takes to grow as a writer, well, I'll keep trying.

And now, the conclusion of "Annatallica".

Anna was grounded for three months. Her mother cried profusely upon her babie's confession, but she knew deep down that Anna was growing up, and this kind of thing is going to happen. Anna's mom didn't want to believe her story either, but at this point, she had no reason to lie. It was all on the table. There would be no more secrets, and no more lies, no more drug use, and no more crappy friends. This was one of those life changing events, when you throw your whole life in the dumpster and start over.

Anna would spend her senior year with new friends, and her nose to the grindstone. Her grades would be in the top five percent of her class.

The news came that year that Lucipherion had called it quits, stating "artistic differences". Anna knew exactly what that meant. KK would struggle with his addictions, and she did hear about him going in and out of rehab, then one day he just faded away.

She'd go to college, and while it wasn't in Boston, she'd make it to the east coast.

Found her true love there.

She'd graduate and get married, have her 2.3 children in her 3.5 bathroom house, on a cul-de-sac at the end of her street with a mini-van in the driveway, in an average neighborhood, in an average town.

And it would be a good life.

One morning after getting the kids on the bus she was taking that last swig of coffee before heading to the office. She had the morning news on,... and that's when she saw him.

He was doing an interview about his new record label. His hair was much shorter, and a bit thinner on top, he had gained a few pounds and was wearing a suit, his face withered by years of substance abuse. Anna found herself slinking into a chair to watch this when she seen it.

Behind him in the background, among the gold and platinum records on the wall, was a wooden case with with a glass front. In the case was her dragon T shirt, on a gold hanger, pinned beside the shirt was a photo, she couldn't make it out, but she knew what it was, it was her.

He had keep that shirt all these years, while making several moves she was sure. He cherished it.

She had changed him, one night of innocent fun had changed this mans whole life. It would take him a while to conquer his demons, but eventually, he did.

She rummaged around in her bookcase, hoping it was still there. Inside her old yearbook was the photo, it had faded, much like her memories, now it all came flooding back. He had certainly changed her life, and the way she looked at the world.

Yes, her life was mundane, but it wasn't the hellscape she imagined on that car ride to Indy, and for that she was thankful.

When she got to the office, she pinned the photo to her cubicle wall, next to some pictures of her kids. When one of her coworkers asked, "Who's that?" She said;

"Sit down, have I got a story to tell you..."

The End.