I opened my eyes to find I was in a dark alley way. I looked around me. I saw Boomer beside me looking dirty and gross. He took a long drag off his cigarette. I thought he gave those up. His hair had grown longer and it looked like it had been awhile since he shaved. It made him look older. Boomer's head slowly turned to where I was.

"Why the hell are you here? Was I not clear when I told you to fuck off?" He spat.

"What? What happened?" I asked stupidly.

"Let's see. Your punk ass couldn't go without getting high. You kissed the love of my life. Oh and because you made her feel responsible, instead of just talking to me she went off the fucking deep in and committed suicide!" Boomer yelled at me.

"What? No. Bubbles wouldn't do that." I shook my head.

"She did. Like two months ago. A month after you just had to have a fucking relapse!" He shoved me. I didn't even take the time to process that.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"'Sorry'." He scoffed at me. "Yeah. I see your lips moving but nothing comes out."

"What's wrong with you? You still have River and Shyla to take care of!" I reminded him. He rolled his eyes.

"What's the point anymore? If I knew how to commit suicide, I would." He shrugged.

"Oh my gosh. I have to see Brick." I shook my head and took off towards the volcano. I saw it. It gave me an eery feeling being there again. I entered through the door to see Brick, Blossom, and Buttercup holding babies and looked stressed.

"Nice of your to join us. What has it been? Two months?" Brick spat towards me. I nearly fell over. What did I do? My breathing was harder and I was confused. I saw Blossom looking at me with pity filled eyes. I saw in her arms was a little boy with red eyes and orange hair.

"What's his name?" I whispered.

"Helios." She told me with a small smile.

"Like the Greek sun god." I grinned a bit. She nodded.

"Get out." Buttercup hissed between her teeth. I looked at her and guilt hit me like a load of powerpuff girl.

"Buttercup. I'm so sorry." I whimpered.

"Whatever. I said get out." She growled. "You cheated on me and drove my baby sister to suicide. Get out."

"I never meant for any of this to happen." I swore up and down.

"Well it did." Brick stood up looking me in the eyes. His eyes weren't like they use to be. They were cold and hard. He looked like a part of him was missing. He was emotionless and apathetic. I always knew he had a connection with Bubbles. Deeper than they could realize. "Remove yourself or be removed."

"Did you ever find out who's the father?" I asked ignoring his threat.

"For all intents and purposes, I am." He said in a dark and dangerous voice.

"So it is Blake." I was slightly amused by the fact. I didn't mean it cruelly, I just found it ironic that Brick is always being a father to kids he's not responsible for. First me and Boomer and now Helios. It's got to kill him.

"That's it! Get out!" He yelled. Emotion finally striking his eyes and the fire igniting. Anger. At least he's feeling.

"I know what you went through. You lost Bubbles. Not your soul mate, but you were in love with her. She was the sweet to your sour. The yin to your yang. You completed each other. She was in love with you too. She didn't know it, but she was." I told him. The flame flickered in his eyes and for only a moment they went soft.

"And you killed her. Boomer's soul mate and my best friend. You've never been able to let other people be happy! You always had to be the happiest or your life was miserable. You're a leech – that's all you are. You suck the happiness right out of everyone!" He yelled shaking slightly with anger. I thought about that for a second. Am I a happiness sucking leech?

"Brick – you're my brother! Practically my father." I shook my head trying to explain his words.

"Not anymore. You're not family of mine."

"Blossom? Buttercup?"

"Fuck you." Was all Buttercup said. Blossom gave me a sheepish smile and shook her head.

"I'm sorry." She mouthed.

"Fine. I don't need family anyway. You've never been there for me before. So why now?" I yelled angrily and ran out of the house slamming the door on the way. What have they done for me?

What have they done for me? A lot apparently. Blossom could have told me that sleeping on the park bench can get your thrown in jail. Brick could have gotten me out of it. Bubbles would remind me not to do it again. Boomer would get me out of jail this time with means I don't know if they're legal or not. Buttercup slap me upside the head for being caught twice.

I never realizes how much I relied on them for entertainment either. I don't know how many times I found myself coming up with the brilliant idea to ask Boomer to play ball or find Blossom and watch a documentary. No. None of that now.

"Mommy? Why is that hobo crying?" A little boy asked his mom. It took me a second to realize I was a hobo. I have a new found respect for hobos. This is tough.

"I don't know sweety." The woman glared at me and dragged her child away like I would hurt him. Bitch. I suddenly felt a presence beside me. It was Joshua.

"What is it now?" I groaned.

"I just felt like this lesson couldn't be complete without taking you to her. The night she committed suicide. She won't be able to hear you." He told me.

"No! Don't!" I screamed in panic. It was too late. I saw Bubbles kiss River and Shyla good night- goodbye. She walked over to the closet mirror. For the first time I could see the fresh cuts up and down her arm. Oh man. Her face was stained with black mascara and she looked sickly thin. She shook a bit. She looked me right in the eyes. I knew she wasn't looking at me, but it was eery.

"I'm sorry Boomer. I didn't mean to fail you like this." She whispered to the air. She grabbed a small laser pen out of her pocket. She pointed it at her neck. She flipped it on and a green ray of light burst through it. She gritted her teeth and slowly drug it across her neck. The one laser that can kill us. Her head fell to the ground before her body. My stomach dropped and I couldn't believe what I just saw.

"Bubbles. No. No! Not Bubbles!" I yelled. I tried to touch her but I couldn't. Tears seeped onto my face and I wished I had the laser pen. "I did this." I whispered before blacking out.

My eyes broke open into a dark room. I looked around. I recognized it as the basement. On the small round table in front of me was rolling paper and the stuff. In confusion, I opened my phone. It was the day. The day I hit and Bubbles found me. I wish it was a relapse not just stupidity.

I stared at it for a second. I grabbed it all roughly. I ran up stairs passed Bubbles and Boomer who were getting the twins ready to leave.

"What's that?" Boomer asked. I ignored him and walked into the bathroom. I opened the lid and dropped the stuff in. I flushed the toilet and sighed with relief. Boomer was at the door watching me. He smiled a bit.

"Butch, it's times like these I'm proud to call you my brother." He told me like he knew. I hugged him. I knew it looked gay and it surprised him but I didn't care.

"Boomer. I love you and Bubbles and Blossom and Brick and Buttercup and the twins and Blossom's baby. All of you. You guys are the best family I could ask for. Never let me forget that. Promise me that you won't let me be stupid." I sobbed. My face was a river bed and my voice was shaking and sounded like I was crying even.

"But why? What's wrong?" He asked.

"Just promise me." I told him pathetically.

"I promise." He told me sounding confused.

"Thank you. Thank you." I whispered. "Thank you."