"Kill me." "What happened to you?" Daniel's eyes were run over with heartache. "Al..Allie...s-she..." His voice sounded oddly farmiliar, almost like mine when I was shredded into thousands of peices as well. "She was at a party and doing drugs and drunk and dressed like a slut." I sighed. "That's expected." He didn't know how to speak anymore, although there was so much to talk about. I was so tired of this bitch. I hated her for doing this to Daniel. He didn't deserve this. "Why did she go and fucking do this to herself?! I never want to fall in love again! I never want to be with someone ever! I'm done! I'M FUCKING DONE!" He shrilled, his lungs exploding. I suddenly became so upset. "Fuck her, not all girls are like that, Daniel." "Why did she do this to herself? She deserves so much more." "Dan..." "But she was so beautiful." A rage of jelousy fertilized my brain. "I know." I leaned back on my red couch. Here we were. My basement. Usually we watch T.V. down here. Or play pool. Or whatever. Never had I consoled or had to sew someone's heart back together. But Daniel's heart was more than broken. It was absolutaly finished. "What do I do? Just tell me. You got over Dillan. Tell me how to get over this without killing myself." I laughed. "Rain check for that one."