The liquor could could not even tame the hurt she felt. Every bottle pilled up, but somehow the pain just felt worser every time.

Oh, how funny it is how our lives have come to this, She thought to herself.

To her left was her lover, who was injecting himself with happiness. She was his favorite drug, though.

That day was the anniversary of their friends death. Shot by accident. Nobody's fault, but they still felt like it was their own.

Why couldn't it be me instead?Why her? They ask themselves everyday for 2 years, but still haven't found the answers.

Her dress matched the color of his eyes and their soul; blue.

"Another round." He slurred. "Your total is 34." said the bartender.

He checked his pockets, "Shit, we got no more money..."

"Out! You piece of shits!" He grabbed our shoulders and pushed us towards the door and called out that we owed him.

We slurred insults at him and shivered in the cold air. They heard laughs coming from bystanders.

"Look at them! Druggies!"

They didn't say anything, because they knew it was true. It would waste their time anyways.

They went and sat down on a park bench. The stars were lighting the park. The swings moved a bit from the cold air.

"Corey, it hurts."

"I know baby."

They stared silently at the playground where many memories were made.

Where the three best friends were before. Never caring about the bad, only the good.

They had such a good chance in life. They wanted to change the world, but the world changed them first.

"I'll be the mommy, Corey the daddy, and Marie will be the baby." She explained.

Marie sucked on her thumb and made a sad face.

"What is it baby?" She asked, sweetly. "Swing!" Marie yelled. Corey tried to pick her up, but failed. "Pause!" She yelled and got up and sat in the swing.

"Start!"

The 'parents' pushed her back and forth.

There was a cafe across the street. The stared in the window. A couple was arguing.

The two of them rarely ever argued, they always were there for each other. Just like they always have been from the start.

"I see you guys tomorrow!" Marie yelled as she left Corey's house.

The two teenagers went back to his room and tossed a ball back and forth. The ball went to the opposite side and the room and they both ran up to get it.

Her foot caught of his desk and he fell down with her. He started tickling her sides, which were her weak spots.

"Stop it, you idiot!" She yelled threw laughter. "No, buttface!" He yelled back.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Ass."

"Dick."

"Pussy."

"Whore."

"Slut."

They used their new-found colorful vocabulary. Of course, they were just joking with each other.

"I hate you." She pouted and crossed her arms. "No you don't." He said.

"Yes I do!" She tried to hide her smile. "No you don't." He got close. He was still on top of her.

She lost her words for a second. Her cheeks were turning a bright red. She never felt the way with someone she did with Corey.

He felt the same way, but they were too shy to tell the other.

"Get off, fat ass." She squirmed.

"Kiss me."

"What?!" She asked, shocked. "Kiss me and I'll get off you." He explained.

"Fine." She smashed her lips to his. She wasn't used to the feeling, he want either. She pulled back, quickly.

He brought her face back up, and his lips are on hers. She moans into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening.

He took full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring her mouth.

Even though they had no experience, it felt all right to them. The little tingly feeling inside their stomach. Their minds only focused on each other.

A door slam broke them apart. They ran into the hallway. There were voices coming from his parent's room.

They ran to the door and put their ears up to it, listening.

"You're a dad! You have to pay the damn bills!"

"I don't even care about this family anymore."

"You don't mean that..."

"It seems like you don't either. Cheating on me? What the hell!

She looked to see Corey wincing. His eyes filled with disgust and sadness.

She decided it was enough and pulled him from the door into his room.

He burst out in tears and slumped down the wall. She sat next to him and held his hand.

They got off the bench and took one last look before heading back on the road.

There they were, stumbling down to street; hand in hand. The street was silent. Their footsteps were a loud as a bullet.

A bullet.

They reeked of alcohol and sadness. Neither of them said a word. Though, even if they did they probably won't remember it anyways.

They were just another pair of silhouettes.

"Let's stop here." They were near his dealer's house."I thought you didn't have any money..." She wondered.

"I lied, oops." He shrugged.

He stumbled on the stairs and she laughed,"Idiot."

"Buttface." He responded.

He left a sloppy peck on her mouth, then went to the rundown house.

A few moments later, he came back with his items.

"Come on, don't be a pussy." said her roommate. "She doesn't have to, fuck off." Her boyfriend came to her rescue.

"I'll just have some beer." She shyly, said.

She sipped her drink, while her boyfriend and friends smoked the substance.

That changed both of their life's. The group got caught, even though she hadn't even tried it.

They were involved in a world of ecstasy, but lost their chances to ever go to college again.

They had lost their other best friend the year before. Having no way to cope, searched other ways to try to forget.

But you can never forget someone, no matter what. Those things may have distracted them, but the memories will always stay.

Always.

Next to go was Corey. Died of an overdose. The small part left in her died with her lover.

Lastly, her. The last of the three best friends. She didn't die from a weapon or drugs.

Her heart just stopped. Just like that. No warning. Just went into a sudden cardiac arrest, right near the park too.

The three best friends were untied once again. They had happiness more than they ever had before. No effect from a drug could even compare to it.

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WORD COUNT: 1093
this is for a contest by sighphoenix :) worked really hard on it. I've never poured so much of myself into writing so enjoy. My heart kinda hurts now, haha.

{some parts inspired by true events.}