Imagine if we never lied, imagine if we never tried, to be something we’re not,

you forgot how it feels, to be tight, to be close, to be real, and I miss you.

Strawberry started crying even harder.

And I wish you were here. I stopped breathing, when you said you don’t care anymore.

Strawberry remembered some of her AIM conversations, where Chester said “I don’t really care anymore”

You’re caught up in your plastic life, changing right before my eyes. A chameleon,

I used to know you like the back of my mind, did that part of you die?

“I wish I would die” Strawberry whispered, as her blood dripped down her chest.

And I miss you, and I wish you were here. I stopped breathing, when you said you don’t care anymore.

And I’m scared. Don’t, don’t, leave me alone. I’m home having nothing. Anyway. Anyway. And I’m scared.

Standing on the corner in the pouring rain. Gotta find a drug that’ll keep me sane, like you.

Strawberry dialed *67 then Chester’s number.

“Hello?” Chester answered.

“You are my drug” Strawberry whispered, then hung up.

I watch you from a distance. I remember all of those instances. When you smiled, when you laughed, when you crashed,

when I’m there to catch you when you fall, and I miss you. And I wish you were here.

I stopped breathing, when you said you don’t care anymore. So tell me that you’re doing fine.

I still remember every time. And everyone I know would say that you were always part of me.

 And I miss you like you’ll never know. And I miss you like you’ll never know. And I miss you like you’ll never know.

 And I miss you like you’ll never know. You’ll never know.

Strawberry pierced her bone with the knife.

About 15 minutes later, Monkeyberry was getting ready to go to Homer’s to have sex,

so she decided to ask Strawberry for some last minute advice. She knocked on Strawberry’s door.

 No answer. She opened the door, and screamed at what she saw.