The Lost and the Broken

Where do we go from here?

He was holed up in the hospital for about two weeks after that. I'd check on him most days after school but with that and the Police "Interviews", as they called it, more like harassment if you ask me, anyway, I hadn't had the time to get down there all the time and when he awoke I'll admit it, I was a bit freaked out so I went dark for a while. I didn't really want to but he had been in a coma for a week and the police had no idea what actually happened. There were no witnesses that saw that guy go in there, no one knew of anyone else that could've done it so they were all over me.

You must have seen something? You were with him, weren't you? How do you know these kids?

My story never changed. It couldn't. I knew nothing. All I know is that was the first time Billy died.

This story gets weirder but we'll get to that.

So Billy was awake and me, his supposed best friend in the world, wasn't even there to see how he was doing. I'd be fucked off if I were in his shoes but I just wish he'd see it from my point of view. It was my fault, I could've done something. Couldn't I?

Red? Hey Red! What the hell are you doing in here? Get your ass out!

So, I wasn't completely alone in this story and these are the girls that form the rest of my puzzle. This one in particular is my cousin, Skye. She's, well I was gonna say crazy, but we're all a little crazy. She's been away in jolly old England for the last few months and come back a punk! Bleached blonde hair, shaved along each side with a ring through her nose. Skinny as anything, in drainpipes and any vest that she's still able to take a pair of scissors to and, of course, black is the colour. Topped off with a short leather jacket she's really looking the part today.

Shouting up to my window from her beat-up old mustang, if only I could get a hand-me-down like that.

This is where our adventure truly gets started.