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Author's note: If you are reading this in a group and want to keep up with it, I suggest you watch me because I don't always submit to the same groups. And most of my submissions are Adam related. Thank you! ~~~ January 5, 2011 My wonderful Tommy, I love you. You don't know how much I miss you. I have never felt this much pressure pushing on me before. The single mattress bed, nailed-to-the-ground desk and chair, plate-glass windows, metal door, and camera monitored room are a constant reminder of how much I screwed up, and what I did—well, tried to do—to get here. I mean, I'm a Class. Red! That's the worst of them all here. A

Chapter One: This is What I've Done *Tommy's POV* Nothing. That's what I do; that's what I feel; that's what I am. My stomach turns at the thought of what could've happened. A thrashing pulse pounds in my head. Streams of guilt stick to my skin. Fires burn holes in my heart. I cry until there aren't any more tears, until I can't breathe. My voice is lost and I haven't spoken. The nights are restless with no sleep. I can't close my eyes without experiencing images of Adam prepared to throw himself into death. I can't keep a meal down, so I don't eat. I lay on his bed motionless. Why should I move if there is nothing to go to? Wrapped in

Chapter Two: I'll Try and Be A Friend Allyson's POV* "Come on, we've tried everything. He's not going to talk," Rose said, continuing with painting her toenails a deep purple. "It still doesn't hurt to see him. I'm sure he likes having someone there, even if he doesn't want to talk to them," I argued. It had been nearly two weeks since Adam left, and since Tommy has spoken. It really bothered me, to say the least. Of course I knew that I couldn't know what it's like going through what he is, but when you have friends and family that care about you and try to make you feel better, the least you could do is say no. Heck, I'd be happy even if

Author's Note: If you are reading this and having trouble knowing what the real words are, or if you want to know how to better-pronounce them, there will be a key in the description box. ~ Chapter Three: Open Your Mouth, Open It Wide *Rose's POV* The doctor had allowed us to stay back and wait with Tommy; as long as we kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't move too quickly or sit up and rip the IV out. I winced looking at his forearm where the usually-crème bandages were stained in red. Sitting on a chair and pulling it right against his bed, I reached out to him and stroked his shoulder, smiling gently when he turned his head;

Chapter Four: I Can't Get You Out of My Head *Adam's POV* "Over here is where the dorms are held, as well as the washrooms." Tommy… "And down this hall is where the majority of your classes are held, spare some extracurricular courses." Tommy… "To your left is where the auditorium is, which will hold assemblies, notifications, and other special events. As you probably know, the main office is down there too." Tommy… "Now, down this part of the school is where the counseling will be—group in that room, and solo in this. Other treatment centers are located along this stretch, as well as the nurses' office and physic

Chapter Five: Build Me Up and Tear Me Down *Tommy's POV* I really, REALLY do not want to do this I thought to myself, biting my lip as I stared out the car door to the prision they call a high school. My heart was already beating faster even just looking at it. I had no idea what people would think, what they would do, or what I would think or do. My mind was still a jumbled mess of thoughts and memories, and I wasn't sure how I would act coming back here. I would've asked Allyson or Rose to take me, but I knew they had to go in early, and there wasn't a chance that I would ever have the motivation to wake up until I had to. You could prob

Chapter Six: Not What I Expected *Tommy's POV* Well, to be honest, after Alysha practically threatened me at lunch, I was a little apprehensive to come to school today. Thank god it's Friday. I didn't really pay attention before, but now that I was reminded that Charlie was indeed here, I kept subconsciously checking over my shoulder, looking around, and watching my back. I mean, what if he wanted revenge? What if he was going to attack me when I least expected it? Every time I was in the halls my heart would pick up just a bit in nervousness and my eyes would shoot everywhere. It was nerve-racking. I was close to shaking when it was secon

Chapter Seven: I Don't See What You See *Tommy's POV* I just…I just couldn't believe how long it's been since I've seen him. How could I be so selfish? I ran my fingers over the smooth marble. Richard Ratliff 1956-2009 Proud father My breath caught in my throat like a heavy weight. I had no idea that was scripted on it. At his funeral I was too out of it in denial to see it. I just wouldn't accept the fact that he was gone. I wouldn't talk to anyone or eat for weeks. Kind of what recently happened with Adam… No, I'm not here to think about Adam; I'm here for my dad. "Daddy, you have no idea how much I need you right now," I w

Chapter Eight: There Are Things You Don't Know *Adam's POV* "He took my heart and ripped it out and stomped on it. I knew what I did was horrible but I didn't mean to hurt him, and I knew that I should've trusted him in the first place, but that doesn't give him the right to go and CHEAT on me! It didn't mean that he should just prove my fucking wrong accusations right! If anything he should've made me regret saying it and faulting him and make me hate myself for not believing him. But I don't! I was right with what I said, and I don't hate myself for considering that rumor to be true, because in the end, it turned out right." By this time

Chapter Nine: Fire and Ice *Tommy's POV* He kept kissing me, over and over and over, whispering tenderly in my ear how much he loved me again and again. And I could feel it, the love and the truth. Just the way he was moving with me proved that. It was like we were one. I could only sense his heat and the deep sensations springing up everywhere. Everything else was gone. Like nothing existed. I said his name like it was the last thing I would do, rolling on through my throat between dozens of soft moans. He was shivering and getting rougher, but he still felt so good, like the difference in his body was just a new sense to enjoy. Yet he was