Okay, I remember stating that I was going to try a story based on a movie I had never seen before but kristen12386 brought up Prom Night, so I thought I'd give it a shot. It's a little different than the movie and I've seen both, I hope you Kristen and all of you readers enjoy my version of Prom Night.

At sixteen, all you want to do is go out and have some fun with your friends. You would never think that something would happen to you so that your life was completely turned upside down. Never do you think that one small thing can make you and your best friend fight for a week and a half. Never do you think that something, someone could make such a huge impact on your life, it's unbearable. You never think any of this because lets face it, you're sixteen. Life isn't supposed to get difficult until high school ends, right?

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She was walking home one night. It was around ten. Her friend and her mother had offered a ride home but she refused because it was such a beautiful night out. It was quiet in the neighborhood; all that could be heard were crickets. And she thought it was beautiful. It was definitely better than the crazed hectic life of New York.

When Casey's mom had married, she decided to live with her dad for a while before she was ready to face the music of her other new family. Her and her dad tried living in New York for a while together but thought it was time for a scenery change. And what better scenery change than California? Her dad could still be a lawyer and she could still take dance classes.

And even though it was a new school, she was still okay with it.

But while she was walking, she swore she got the feeling that someone was following her, watching her. And every time she looked around, she saw no one. Casey sighed and shook her head.

"Snap out of it, Casey." She said out loud to herself. "There's no way he could do anything to you anymore."

She continued her walk home as quickly as she could. When she got there, she noticed that both cars were parked in the front, meaning her dad and her step mom were home, meaning her annoying little half brother was home from his friends house.

She rushed inside and locked the door behind her.

"Dad?" She called out.

Must be sleeping.

She walked up the stairs and to her room. The layout of her house was a little confusing. When you walk in, you automatically see the stairs. Right under the stairs, was an entry way to the living room which you couldn't see unless you walked past the stairs. So she had no idea that someone was lying lifeless on the couch. When she got to her room, she saw it was a disaster.

"Bryan!" She called out.

She stormed out of her room and into the hall.

"Michelle, Bryan was in my room, again!"

"She's in the living room, honey." Her dad called out, "I just stepped out of the shower, I'll be out in a minute."

"You need to tell Bry to stay out of my room." She said to her dad through the closed door before walking to her brother's room.

She walked in and saw him lying on his bed. She smacked the back of his head.

"Get up you turd." She snapped. "Bryan, the next time you go in my room," she threatened as she turned him over.

She saw blood on his shirt and on the bed. She looked at her little brother again and saw blood oozing out of his neck. She covered her mouth before she could scream and she stumbled out of his room. She looked around with tears in her eyes and noticed her dad still hadn't come out. She quietly rushed down the stairs and into the living room. And there, she saw her step mother dead on the hardwood floor. She raced out of the living room and back up the stairs screaming her dad's name and stopped when she reached the upstairs office. She saw that the TV, one only meant for news for when her dad worked in there, was on. She saw a dark haired lady talking but no words were heard. She walked in and turned the volume up slightly.

"…and authorities believe that the suspect is armed and very dangerous. If you're just tuning in, Lucas Mitchell, a teacher at Oceanside High School, who had been arrested only four months earlier for stalking and trying to attack a young student, had escaped from prison earlier today. I repeat, suspect is believed to be armed and extremely dangerous. If you have seen him or have any leads to this case, you are strongly urged to call your local police department."

Casey backed away from the TV and felt a light breeze. She looked and saw that the window had been opened and her heart sunk.

She raced out of the room and stopped when she saw a shadow in the bathroom. She tiptoed to her room and slid under her bed. She heard heavy foot steps in her room. She saw that whoever was in her room, which she had figured out it was her teacher, had on black slip on shoes. The walked back and forth in her messy room and then out of the corner of her eye, she saw sock covered feet stop at her doorway.

Suddenly, she heard grunting. She knew her dad and her crazy teacher were fighting. She covered her ears when she heard stuff being thrown around to the floor. And all movement, all sounds, came to a stop. Casey uncovered her ears slowly and her tear filled eyes looked around from under her bed. And then, her father fell to the floor, gagging. Casey watched her father who was barely alive take his last breath as he watched his daughter cry silently for help.

She cried silent tears as she watched her father die. She then looked forward again and screamed when she saw a pair of crystal blue eyes and a pair of strong hands pulled her out from the bed.

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"And that's when I wake up." Casey said to Paul.

It had been two years since her family was killed. Two years of many sessions of counseling and two years of trying to put the past in the past.

"Why do you think you wake up before anything happens to you?" Paul asked.

"I guess because I don't really remember anything after I got away." Casey shrugged, "I don't really remember the police coming, or anyone calling them because someone heard screaming in my house."

Paul looked at this beautiful young girl, the girl who talked to him everyday for the past two years and he smirked.

"Maybe you don't remember because you're starting to forget about it." He said.

"I don't want to forget."

"You don't have to forget about it." He said, "But I think you're starting to move on."

Casey sat there and thought for a full minute.

"So, I can move on from it but I don't have to forget?" She asked him.

"Exactly,"

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Casey was at her locker getting her books for her next class. It was her last year and it was almost over. In fact, there was only a month of school left and prom was two weeks away. She was almost the Valedictorian if it wasn't for Britney Collins. Casey rolled her eyes when she heard her stupid annoying laugh. On with her day. She closed her locker and saw Derek with a small daisy in his hand.

"Casey, will you do me the honor and attend the Senior Prom with me?" He asked with an adorable pout.

"Oh," she said taking the small flower from his hand, "I'm already going with someone."

"Oh," his face fell.

"I'm sorry Derek." She said to him.

"So who's the lucky guy?" He asked as Casey started walking to class.

"Oh, you don't know him."

"Try me,"

"Well, his name is Derek Venturi, he's the captain of the hockey team and he's really cute."

"Derek Venturi," he repeated, "hmm, isn't he your step brother?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't really bother me."

Derek smirked and grabbed her hand, locking his fingers with hers and he looked at her.

"I don't think it bothers him much either."

"That's a good thing then." She said to him when they stopped only a few feet from her class.

He grabbed her other hand and brought both of them around her neck and he kissed her. She was surprised that he did in the middle of the hall considering he was Derek Venturi. And Derek Venturi wasn't a huge fan of PDA but then again, he was dating Casey and she always made him do things he normally wouldn't.

"I thought you didn't like PDA." She said between kisses.

"The hell with it,"

He kissed her again but was cut short when they heard a throat being cleared. They both looked and saw Casey's teacher standing there.

"Mr. Venturi I don't think the school hall is a place for that." Casey's teacher said to him.

"Sorry."

Derek kissed Casey once more, quick and sweet before he took off to his class. Casey smiled at her teacher before she walked into the class.

Only a few close friends of Casey and Derek's knew that they were step siblings and they were perfectly fine with them dating. No other student knew that they were step siblings; the only thing they knew was that Derek Venturi was dating so girls knew better not to flirt with him and Casey McDonald was dating so no guy was even man enough to make a move on her. And as for their parents, well, they were okay with it as long as they followed a few rules.

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She and Derek pulled up to the house and Casey sighed.

She had moved to Canada after her dad and her step mom were killed two years ago. Not that she minded moving in with her mom, she just wanted to spend time with her dad before she moved in with her mom. She liked to think of it as a tragic blessing. Sure her dad was killed, along with her new family on her dad's side, but she also met Derek, who happened to be her new step brother. And it was Derek who helped her get through her nightmares, her emotions, and he was there to talk to her when she broke down.

Pretty soon, she had fallen for him. Well the side that he let out when it was just she and Derek. Sure he still had the 'I don't care' attitude, and he was still an ass but he was more like the perfect boyfriend to her all the time.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah,"

Derek turned off the car and faced his girlfriend. He placed a hand on her thigh.

"Look, I know this month is going to be pretty emotional for you. What with prom, graduation and the anniversary and everything. But I don't want you to shut me out okay." He said, referring to the year before when she pushed him so far away he wasn't sure if they would ever get back. "I want you to talk to me."

"I know." She said quietly. "I'll try."

He leaned in and cupped the side of her neck. She looked at him and he kissed her softly.

"I love you." He whispered, "You know that right?"

"I know." She nodded, "I love you too."

"Just as long as you know,"

She kissed him again and they got out of the car.

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Casey was lying on her bed reading when Derek came in. It was about eleven o'clock and it seemed like he always came in her room when she wasn't in his. She was lying on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed and he climbed on top of her. He rested his chin on her shoulder and started reading with her.

"What are we reading?" He asked after a few minutes of reading.

She showed him the cover and went back to reading.

"Ohh," he said. "Don't you have the other ones by that Stephanie Meyer chick?" He asked.

"Mmhmm,"

Clearly she wanted to finish the chapter she was reading so Derek didn't ask anymore questions. He simply rested his chin back on her shoulder and let her finish. When she did, she set her book aside and rolled over. Derek lifted himself up a little so she could lie on her back. She looked at him and he kissed her softly. And that soft kiss turned into a passionate, deep one. So deep it was getting both of them worked up. Casey gripped at his shirt while his hands started pulling on her small shorts. He got them down as far as he could and soon, hands were roaming each other's bodies and the night progressed.

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She had gotten up from her peaceful slumber. She put on Derek's shirt and went down to get a glass of water. She stood on front of the window and took a drink. She looked down at her glass and then back at the window and saw two familiar crystal blue eyes and she screamed.

She shot up screaming and felt two strong arms around her. She started to fight whoever had grabbed her until she heard Derek whispering in her ear. She relaxed instantly and Derek said nothing else. He simply hugged her to him and let her fall back to sleep.

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So maybe she wasn't completely over it. But can you blame her? She saw her dad die with her own eyes. Something like that isn't so simple to get over. And with it being closer to the anniversary of the death of her father and his other family, it was getting harder for her to stay together. No one could ever relate to how she felt when the lights went out every night, no one knew what it felt like to always have the feeling of someone watching you all the time, and no one knew what it was like to watch a loved one take their last breaths.

Okay, so there is my beginning. I couldn't think of a random name for a high school so I decided to use a real on in California. So anyone who attends Oceanside High School...GO PIRATES!! And no, I don't know anyone who goes there nor do I attend. Enjoy!