Chapter One: Memories "He drinks a whisky drink, he drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink, he drinks a cider drink He sings the songs that remind him of the good times He sings the songs that remind him of the better times" ~Tubthumping, Chumbawamba No boy in the world would have thought that he would have wated his life by the age of twenty six. Especially not the boy who had it all. The six foot tall boy in perfect physical condition, with brown hair that every girl adored and hazel eyes full of dreams for the future. Hazel eyes that saw not the flock of girls that loved how he looked and played sports, but the one that had saw everything since he was a little kid. His best friend Stephanie. He sat at the bar, ordering random drinks in an attempt to drown out his memories. It was a common practice with him lately. He ordered whiskey, and downed it. Whiskey was not the right drink to ease his pain. He ordered vodka. This didn't appear to be the antidote either. He tried a lager, and cider, both of which were just as useless as the one before it. Out of nowhere the music from the radio in the corner managed to force itself into his ears and squeeze into his head. Only the first tune was needed, he recognized the song at once. It had been the song that was playing years before. He remembered every single beat as if he had listnened to it non-stop for an eternity, and it seemed he had. Every second since the last time he heard that song on the radio was an eternity. Every second, that song played a million times in his head, laughing and taunting, dancing around that single memory. That one memory that had created his drinking problem. The memory that he had been trying to drown for eight years. It now came into his mind, clearer than ever. Everyone said that it wasn't so bad. That almost everyone in the world had experienced the same loss as him. They were wrong. They didn't know how much he had loved her. The memory faded out. He raised his drunken head, slurring the words to the song and raising his glass in a toast. He only sang for a few moment, when all the memories, all the happy ones that had been lost amongst the sad one, they all came flooding back. He remembered her again. He remembered what she was like before he had lost her. His mind seemed to lock on one particular memory. A memory of nine years ago. He was in this exact building, with all of his best friends. They were celebrating the end of the school year. How important it had all seemed back then. How much freedom it gave them all, even if was just for a couple months. The room danced around him, and reality was lost amongst the cheering and celebrations of a dozen seventeen year old who had just finished their last week of the school year.