A/N: Holly Hell I did it! I finished a story! Haza! Sorry for all of you who were waiting and are now looking at my story on your alerts going 'what the hell was that again?'

But here it is! It's done! Thanks to all of you for reading!! I know, short, sorry, I did my best.

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A year had passed, a long suffering year of quiet sobs and forgotten events. And as Drake and Josh walked down the halls of their new college campus the world could not help but stand amazed at the change.

Drake walked with confidence, no longer were his arms covered in wretched bruises, and the scares had all but disappeared. His hair was cut short, his eyes always on display, and what surprised the world the most, was the beautiful beaming smile on Drakes face.

"Man, this place is awesome!" Josh mused, spinning around in circles.

Drake chuckled a bit as he watched his brother's fascination. In these long new halls of the dorm Drake couldn't help but breath, deep and long. This air, this new air, it was the smell of a new beginning.

The entire plane ride there the air just seemed to get lighter and lighter as his old life was left like dust in the clouds, unable to keep up. Drake looked out the window the whole way there, his hand firmly threaded between Josh's.

Drake wasn't sure if the rest of the family remembered what anniversary it was, but he did. One year ago today he had been picked up from the street on his way home and dragged in to an ally, a year ago he was crazy, a year ago he had lost most of his soul. And there was no one more fascinated then Drake himself to see how his soul had healed over the year.

His soul, utterly tortured and utterly torn had plagued him for months before it started to build itself back up. It had forced Drake to suffer insomnia, panic attacks, insanity, anorexia, bulimia, and a bout of schizophrenia.

In the end, it was all Josh. If it hadn't been for Josh, Drake would have spiraled into nothingness. It was Josh who refused to let Drake fall, it was Josh who was always hanging onto him, pulling him back up from the darkness.

The only thing that still seemed to be affecting him was his terrible jumpiness. Any abrupt noise or fast movement still easily startled Drake, but besides that, no one would ever guess what horrors streak his past.

The dorm that he would be sharing with his brother was small, but to him, it looked ten stories high. To him, this place couldn't get any more perfect.

Going back to school had been hard for him. Two months is a long time in high school, and it gives people a lot of time to come up with even more vicious rumors then they normally would. Drake had to walk down the halls covered in whispers.

One was that he had been discovered and moved to Hollywood to be star. One was that his father had come back and kidnapped him.

The worst one going around was that he had been raped, because it was the one that was true, the one that he had the hardest time denying. Drake almost didn't make it, if it hadn't been for Josh, who was by his side every second, he never would have. But in the end he got through it, he graduated high school and was off to college with Josh in New York City.

The fact that the men were never found still keept Drake awake some nights, but he knew that one day even that won't matter, because as long as Josh is by his side, he was safe.

"Drake!" Josh called from the other side of the room, "You have to come see this view!"

Placing his guitar down on his new bed Drake walked over to the window and looked out over the city with Josh.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Josh asked, placing an arm around his brother.

In the window Drake could see his reflection. He could see the content smile on his face, the light shimmer in his dark eyes; he could see all the things he thought he would never see again.

Leaning into Josh, Drake ran his fingers over the window. Over the people and cars, over the tall skyscrapers. Over the sun and moon and stars themselves.

"Yeah, beautiful."

My path

I can't seem to stop falling

And stumbling

And tripping

I can't seem to keep my balance

I wander off the beaten path

And I lose my footing

So I start to crawl

Pieces of myself left on the dirt

Knuckles raw

Knees scabbed

Tears falling

Mouth dry

Body breaking

Mind raping

Soul taking

But still breathing

Still living

Still crawling

I will prevail

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Finished!!! Review please