(Its 1990)

Dave was walking in the alleyway with Kurt and Kris, smoking a cigarette. Dave stopped when he heard sobs and sniffling, Kurt and Kris stop walking and looked back at Dave. Dave looked at the cardboard boxes and sees you. Black and blue. Cuts and scratches. Dirty. “Hey, sweetheart…” Dave whispered. “Why are you alone?” He asked, feeling your stale hair. “Oh, darling..”