She still remembered the first time she had seen him. He had been at the movies with some of his friends and he was trying to pick up some girls. She guessed that she hadn't been his type, since he had walked passed her, looked at her and then moved on. She still remembered how much she had tried to hide her laugh when he fell out of his chair.

She still remembered his cocky grin and hard personality; the way he smoked his cigarettes and the way he talked. She still remembered the day that one of his friends came up to her and started talking to her. They got along great and he invited her over to his house. She accepted, in hopes of seeing him. But he hadn't been there, only some of his other friends. It was alright though, they all got along well.

She still remembered when she started hanging out with all of them, but he was never there. They all said he did that sometimes, just disapeared for a while. If he was gone for more than a week than they would go looking for him. But that week did pass, and he never showed up. She went along with one of them to find him. They did find him, at some bar party. He seemed shocked to see her along with one of his friends. Maybe he had seen her that day at the movies.

She still remembered when they had talked a little after he came back. He was charming actually, not exactly the rough and tumble guy she remembered from the movies. She still remembered the day that one of his closest friends died. He had called her, telling her that he was sorry before he hung up. She had then rushed over to one of his other friend's houses and they said that they had gotten a call too. With that, they rushed to the park just as the cops shot him. She still remembered the way his face had looked when they had turned him over. She still remembered how scared and pissed off and angry all of his friends looked. She had just looked shocked, not knowing what to do, and not really wanting to believe he was dead. But he was.

She sat bolt upright in bed from one of her memory nightmares. The rain hit the windows like hammers and the lightning flashed around her room. She breathed hard, wiping tears from her eyes and trying to forget that image of his dead face. But it just wouldn't go away.