Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, the WB does, I like to write about them, yadda yadda yadda. I didnt write the lyrics to the song, Green Day did, its called Boulevard of Broken Dreams


I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known, don’t know where it goes, all I know is it’s only me and I walk alone.

She couldn’t take the tears anymore; the pain was too much. She continued brushing her hair, not knowing what anything was anymore. She didn’t know who she was. She couldn’t live without her older sister, her guide, and her mother.

I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams. Where the city sleeps and I’m the only one and I walk alone.

She looked down at her hands, so powerful yet so useless. They were smaller than she remembered and as she looked, they were shaking. Everything inside of her was shaking, trying to burst up to the surface, but she wouldn’t let it come out. “I can’t do this.” She said aloud.

My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating. Sometimes I wish someone out there would find me. ‘Til then I walk alone.

She felt his arms wrap around her, usually it felt all right, comforting. Today she felt her body shove out of his embrace. He moved in to hug her again, knowing that he could not give up on her. This time she gave in, sobbing into his shoulders, letting his soft body be her guide. Her unwelcome thoughts drowned out what he was saying. She couldn’t listen; the grief was slowly taking over her body like some kind of parasite. There was no antidote.

I’m walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind. On the borderline of the edge and where I walk alone.

The bright and sunny day didn’t offset her mood. It should have been dark and dreary. It SHOULD have been what she was feeling. She wasn’t listening as the Wiccan priestess finished, “O' blessed spirit, we bid you farewell, for you await a new destiny.” She felt her husband hold her tighter, as if he was afraid he would lose her too. He knew that if he didn’t hold on tight enough, she would slip away forever.

Read between the lines, what’s ...ed up and everything’s all right. Check my vital signs to know that I’m still alive and I walk alone.

Looking over her shoulder she saw her sister and her boyfriend, her sister crying into his shoulder. She knew her sister was trying to be strong for her, she knew she didn’t want to cry, but had to. The loss could not be explained any other way.

My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating. Sometimes I wish someone out there would find me. ‘Til then I walk alone.

It had been a month since the funeral, and she still hadn’t quite gotten over it. Lying on the cold hard grassy ground, she looked up at the bright sunny Californian sky. She felt the tears sliding easily down her face, burning her skin as they went. Her silky brown hair lay on the cold ground and she pictured everything that she never wanted to see again. Her sister in the open casket, the dark hair sprawled against the silky white cloth. Her pale face was peaceful as if she hadn’t endured such horrors. What a lie.

I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams. Where the city sleeps and I’m the only one and I walk alone.

Two years had passed since her sister died, and still there was no forgetting the pain. Lying on the bed, looking at her newborn daughter, she smiled. The baby in her arms had that dark hair, those blue eyes. She gently cooed at her daughter, “Hello Prue.” From that moment on, she knew that her sister was watching. She knew that her baby would be so much like that sister who had passed on. She would be independent, self confident, and so caring. She looked down at her little one, and she knew it was time to be a mother, just like her sister had been to her. Then, she took one last glance out the window, up at the sky, and said, “Goodbye.”

My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating. Sometimes I wish someone out there would find me. ‘Til then I walk alone.