Hey guys, this is an entry for a contest! This one shot is a songfic as well and a little depressing, but, oh well! Enjoy! Oh, and I highly recommend listening to Gone Forever by Three Days Grace while reading this!

Don't know what's going on
Don't know what went wrong
Feels like a hundred years I
Still can't believe you're gone

He had to be strong. He had to lock up his feelings and emotions. He had to lock up his fears and tears. All because he messed up, and now they're gone. This was all his fault, he just knew it.

So I'll stay up all night
With these bloodshot eyes
While the walls surround me
With the story of our life

He shook his head, blinking back tears, his eyes were red and glassy. A few scattered bottles were on the worn, gray carpet, some of them with beer leaking from the bottle. This was his poison. This was his hellish savior.

I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself
That I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying
Denying
That I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever

He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, as he turned on his bare heels and grabbed remotely clean clothes from the floor. Leather and denim met his skin as he tucked a six inch blade in his back pocket. His hands interlaced with the bottle of hair oil and he swiftly greased his hair. He threw the container across the room when he was done, and made his way out of his room, past the remainder of the gang, and out of the house.

Now things are coming clear
And I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you disappeared

The bar stool made squeaky noises as he spun himself dullily, drowsily sloshing the warm liquid in the glass bottle back and forth, the sounds of Hank Willaims flooding his brain. Oh, how he loved this. Yet, he hated it.

So I'll stay out all night
Get drunk and fucking fight
Until the morning comes I'll
Forget about our life

He got up, getting aggravated at the sounds of drunk laughter coming from a hood he knew from Shepard's outfit. He clenched the rim of the beer bottle tightly, chucking it at his greased head. He braced himself for the awaiting fight, and smirked coyishly.

I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself
That I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying
Denying
That I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever

He was sporting a black eye and split lip as he stumbled out of the horrid bar with overwhelming memories. His feet dragged behind him aimlessly as he walked down the street into the bleak darkness.

First time you screamed at me
I should have made you leave
I should have known it could be so much better
I hope you're missing me
I hope I've made you see
That I'm gone forever

Too much memories for his liking as he saw the familiar vacant lot. He remembered those nights he and his best friend who look up at the night sky, star gazing. But, that ended a month ago.

And now it's coming clear
That I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you dissapeared

Tears brimmed in his mysterious stoney eyes. His breath hitched in the back of his throat as he saw the familiar firepit they'd throw twigs and sticks in to start a raging fire. He heard gunshots suddenly.

I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself
That I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying
Denying
That I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever

He heard sirens. And shouts. And screams. He saw darkness. He sobbed. He was losing himself.

"Ponyboy!"

And now you're gone forever
And now you're gone forever

"PONYBOY!"

"Huh? Yeah?"

Sodapop smiled sadly at his younger brother. "We're gonna be ok..."

Ponyboy nodded. He wouldn't go down the same path Dallas Winston did.