It Can't Be... - Open to Lindsay/friends-

[x---Lindsay---> ♥]

"Please don't leave." she said to Angel, getting up. She looked at her and said, "But if you have to, thank you for being there." Lindsay gave her a big hug. "Angel, you are such a good friend" Lindsay wasn't kidding when she said this. She really was. She was always there when you needed her. Everytime something wrong went on in her life, she was there to comfort her. And she was so thankful for that.

[Angel]

Angel stopped as she turned and hugged Lindsay tightly. " i won't leave you...." she said as she closed her eyes. Lindsay was her best friend and she would be there for her no matter what she had to do.

[x---Lindsay---> ♥]

Lindsay let go of Angel's hug and whispered, "Thank you." But Lindsay had to give herself a little flashback. The way Angel acted around Pete. Like she liked him. It scared her. She didn't want Pete to be taken away from her. But she considered that maybe she was wrong. She shook the idea from her mind and sat down again on the curb next to Pete motioning for Angel to sit too.

[Angel]

Angel let go " your welcome...." she said as she stood and watched her walk back as she saw Lindsay wave for her to sit down as she walked over and sat down beside Lindsay. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrappe dher arms around them.

[Pete Starintino]

Pete just wanted sleep, or to intoxicate himself with the most deadly poision to put him to sleep. No one understood how messed up his life was, and he always resented himself fro not speaking up. For letting this man killing him day by day. And now he killed, and he was disgusted that he let his Own Mother die. He needed her, she was the one person who took care of him right, and in that one moment driving, he destoryed over 40 lifes. His whole familys, and no one would speak to him agian and he knew it. Pete started to silently cry, god he hated himself, he hated life, and he hated death.

[x---Lindsay---> ♥]

Lindsay saw the look on Pete's face. The look that she had almost everyday. The look that clearly stated 'I wish I were dead right now'. The suicidal look burned into Lindsay's eyes. She needed him more than ever right now. She didn't want him to feel that way. She hugged Pete tight reassuringly. A hug that she hoped read 'Everything will be fine. But if you are gone, you'll never find out'. She knew that hug couldn't say those words, but she wished it would. And she tried to make it say that.

[Pete Starintino]

Pete felt her hug him. The dam of emotions almost erupting. But he wouldent let it. God, he would give anything to rewind everything that happened that night. The words kept going on in his head "Killer... Killer". And they wouldent stop. To have the guilt of killing someone who gave you life was something Pete never worried about untill this night. He killed his own flesh and blood even by accident. He just wanted death, he just wanted to sleep forever, but he wouldent do it. He wouldent find a way to leave this earth, he needed to fix himself.

[Angel]

Angle stood up " come one... follow me...." she said as she walked past them and stopped to turn to look at them and waited for them to see if they would follow.

[Pete Starintino]

Pete looked at Angel, then stood up like she said, he waited for Lindsay and held out a hand for her.

[x---Lindsay---> ♥]

Lindsay got up and grabbed Pete's hand. She gave him a weak smile and followed reluctently. She wasn't sure where they were heading. And she wasn't sure if it would be safe there. Wherever there was. Lindsay's smile turned to a frown again and she held onto Pete's hand tight. God forbid he let go. She was feeling so insecure. She came in close to Pete and asked Angel, "Where are we going?" Lindsay's voice sounded weak and distant. He thoughts were tangled up. She sighed and continued to walk.

[Angel]

Angel continue dto walk down the street with them following behind her as she stuffed her hands in her pockets. With out turning around " to my house" she replied to Lindsay as she just continued to walk. Her parents weren't home so it didn't matter.

[Pete Starintino]

Pete wanted to protest the idea, but kept his mouth shut. It was something he promised he would do more often that night. He just held Lindsay, it felt like if he let go every thread in his body would un-weave and people would have to see scars and distruction that he has held back.

[Angel]

ooc: i will make threads in my house