As Alice went after Shane, Jenny went towards Carmen, who stood there holding herself. Jenny wrapped her arms around her, trying to hold her but Carmen was shaking too hard from crying. Kit walked behind her, she reached out and could feel the pain in Carmen, she rubbed her back not sure what to do. Jenny looked at Kit asking her with her eyes what they should do, both feeling completely lost.

   “Hello girls, did you see Shane, cause she just came tearing past me in the club.” Helena asked but stopped when she saw the group, she stood quietly unsure of herself.

   “Shhhhhh, shh it’s going to be okay. You’ll see it’s going to be okay.” Jenny said stroking Carmen’s hair. “I think I should take you home, is that okay?” she asked both Kit and Carmen, who just nodded their heads.

     With Jenny’s help, Carmen walked out, hiding her face in her hands. The crowd was oblivious to her; they just went on partying like every other night. That’s what made it so much worse to Carmen, that the world kept going on like it did every day, and all the while she felt like her own little world was crashing around her. She kept quiet the whole way home trying to silence her thoughts and to still her beating heart. She looked out of the window and saw something that stopped her breathe, and caused her heart to pause. She saw Shane with Alice walking down the street, Shane’s eyes puffy and red.

     She didn’t think to cry anymore, or to jump out of the car to slap her, she just felt her heart beating. It kept beating, so quietly that she could barely feel it, but it was still far too painful. She just wanted it to end, for it all to end.

     When Jenny pulled into the drive way, she got out as soon as possible. She ran to her (their) room, and she slammed the door closed. She could feel everything, the pain, the sadness and worse yet; she could feel the love she had for Shane. This added to the growing anger, and she went for the bottle of oxy, one of the only good things Shane ever left behind. She took a couple, and stared at her reflection in the little mirror that sat on the book shelf. Finally the anger took over she grabbed the mirror and threw it against the wall; she loved the noise it made as it shattered.