A/N: This story was written for the Remember When This Was Fun!
contest, so thanks to the lovely SadTomato and SingleStrnd for
hosting it. Many thanks to MeraNaamJoker, FatedFeathers and
HoochieMomma, too, for their awesome beta-ing sk1llz. And to
you, for reading!  Trigger warning: Contains descriptions of
depression, and features an attempted suicide (although I
promise it's not all sad).  "When thou camest first, Thou
strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me Water with
berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how
the less, That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee And
show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle: Cursed be I that did
so! For I am all the subjects that you have, and here you sty me
In this hard rock..."  The Tempest, Act 1 Scene II  The bigger
light  "Hey. Come to visit your truck?"  Despite standing in
front of her, Jacob sounded muffled, as if heard through the
walls of a house. His sweatpants and flannel shirt were creased
and stained, and his dark hai