Title: It All Falls Down
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mary-Anne goes to visit Dawn, only to find out that she has immensely changed and spiraled into the world of sex and drugs at only sixteen.
Warnings: Mild slash, use of drugs and sexual preferences and mature language.

She had left the house again. No one cared. No one gave a fuck ever since the incident with Jeff. She was free. She hadn't wanted her freedom this way, she didn't want life to be like this. But it was. And nothing could change it.

Her silk hair flew in the wind, light as air. She wiped away a tear from her bright eyes and blinked back more. It was freezing outside, but she wasn't cold. The wind was like a battle and she had won it, long, long ago.

She found herself at Sunny's, a teary mess. With a symphathetic smile, Sunny cradled her in her arms and took her out to the deck. Dawn burst out crying and sat down on a half wet chair that dampened her jeans. But she didn't care. Sunny sat silently, brushing away her own blonde locks and listened to the unmuffled sobs of Dawn.

It had only been a month.

Today was his birthday.

Sunny hugged Dawn on the cheek and stroked her hair. They were friends with an unbreakable bond. They had their differences, fights, everything. But Sunny always had her back, and the same went for Dawn.

Dawn stood up, her tear streaked face drying in the breeze. She sniffled. "Thanks Sunny," she choked out.

Sunny simply nodded. She understood. And it was tough.

"I want to go again," Dawn whispered. Her sixteen year old body looked so fragile.

Sunny raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure Dawn? Don't keep torturing yourself."

Dawn nodded and some more tears dripped out. "I'm sure," she managed to say.

Sunny lead her down the deck stairs. "I'll come." Sunny grabbed a handful of flowers from the garden and passed them to Dawn.

Together and silently they walked through the grass and across the roads.

Finally they stopped, and the grey stone stood, plain as day.

Dawn's eyes started filling up again and she gently rest the flowers of the grave.

"Happy Birthday Jeff," she whispered. Sunny did the same. Then Dawn turned around to go home.

When she reached her large white house, she stormed up to her room, her eyes now dry.

She stared at herself in the mirror, looking at her reflection. She scowled. The mirror image did so too.

She opened her desk drawer and got a pair of scissors. She grabbed some of her shirt and snipped. Snipped around and around until the shirt reached just above her bellybutton. And then she bit her lip. Hard. Blood trickled out and she spread it around her lips, making the illusion of deep lipstick.

She looked at her bulletin board. Pictures of Maggie, Amalia and Sunny.

Maggie christened her and Sunny not good enough when she found out they had kissed at a party, after drinking spiked punch.

Bitch.

And Amalia had moved away, away from all them. Screw them.

She took another hard long look in the mirror.

Then she punched it, letting the shiny pieces fly in a million directions.