Oh god, this wasn't happening. I was running so fast down the dark alleyway. My purple hair was bouncing as I ran. It was about midnight, and the worst thing was happening. I ran into the brick wall at the end of the alley. It was a dead end. Tears streamed down my bruised face as I began to scream for help. The figures came into view, and I was more scared than I was before. I backed up into the corner, and then I looked at the two people. It was Justin and his bitchy girlfriend, Sadie. I began to cry and then I slid down into the corner as Sadie raised the knife and plunged it into me.

I woke up quickly. My hear racing, and I was sweating. Andy was asleep next to me in my bed, in my room. Most of the time we fall asleep wherever we are in the house. I looked down at my shaking hands. The fear ran through my veins at high speed, and needless to say, I was scared. I swung my legs over to the side of the bed, and rubbed my eyes. I was careful not to wake Andy. I got up, and grabbed Andy's oversized sweater off my floor and put it on over my tank top and black booty shorts. I walked down to the kitchen, ever so quietly, looking at the clock. It was 1 in the morning, and this was getting old. I have been having nightmares for weeks now. It was a month ago when Andy asked me out, and I haven't told him about my nightmares, but something in me told me he knew. I sat on the futon in the living room in front of the window, and I just looked out. I cried silently, not wanting to wake my loving boyfriend. I was lacking sleep very badly, and not to mention, it was affecting me greatly. I have been eating less, and less. I knew what was happening, but I really didn't want to let myself admit it was coming.

Depression.

I don't know why I was slipping into this state where I can't help myself, and I had to hurt myself. Everything was perfect, Callista was alive, Andy was my boyfriend, but Sadie probably still wanted to kill me. I felt guilty, and I shouldn't, but I was the reason Sadie came here and attacked me with her ridiculous boyfriend. I couldn't bare to think about it anymore. I grabbed my purse, and my shoes. Pulling on my sweatpants over my booty shorts, I slung my purse across my shoulder and grabbed the car keys, and lit a cigarette as I walked out of the house. I locked it, making sure it was actually locked. I then climbed into the car, and rolled down the window so I could smoke. My hair was in a beanie, and I looked like shit. I had no makeup, but I knew this person wouldn't care. I pulled into a driveway, and then walked up to the door. I put out my cigarette, and then knocked. I quickly texted Andy so he would know if he woke up and saw me gone. I let him know I was fine, and I would be home later. I waited for someone to answer the door, and then the door opened.

"Grace? What are you doing? It's like... 2 in the morning."

"I needed someone to talk to, Callista." I said, my bottom lip hanging out.

"C'mon, loser." She said and pulled me in. It was a beautiful late night, so we went up and sat on Callista's roof, watching the stars. We each smoked a cigarette. "What's wrong, Grace?"

I turned my head and looked at her. "I am having nightmares again. I think my depression is coming back." I said sadly, and she quickly pulled me into a hug.

"We will fight it off then, okay? You need to tell Andy. He is going to help more than I am." Callista said rubbing my arm as I took a drag and let the smoke escape.

"I don't want to. He has a perfect life, perfect friends, and then there is me. A waste of space and time." I spat sadly.

"Then why is he with you? He obviously loves you to fucking heaven and back, Grace. He loves you so much. You can see it when he looks at you. Now, go home. Tell him." Callista said as we finished our cigarettes and climbed back into the house through the window. I hugged Callista and thanked her before heading out. I drove in the car, and then curiosity popped into my head as an ambulance and firetrucks went down my old street as I drove by. I took a sharp turn, and then saw the people running in. Oh god, they were running into my house. I pulled over and killed the engine before hauling ass inside the house. I saw the worst thing. I screamed in agonizing pain of loss. I saw my father hung on the archway to the kitchen, and my mother with a gun next to her head. The police officers went to pull me out of the house, but I fought. "THOSE ARE MY PARENTS!" I screamed, and screamed. Tears running down my face as I got on my knees. My mother has a bullet shot going right through her forehead. I knew exactly what happened. My father killed my mother and then hung himself. I looked at my mother, blood pooling around her. She was beautiful, and amazing until she got into drugs. I put her head in my lap and stroked the bloody hair. Blood covered my hands, and my lap and lower stomach. I shook my head, hot tears streaming down my face.

I wanted them gone, but no like this.

Notes

;; two weeks guys! holy, i apologize. my muse has been playing hard to get, but here it is. another dramatic chapter. enjoy

miss biersack ;;