I started this on Spring Break and I can't believe I was able to progress into an awesome story(I know I'm biased lol) I'd like to thank my beta Reader she is the best and my love who continues to support my insanity.

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Jennifer's POV

"Next," said the lady at the counter. God, this was worse than waiting at the DMV, at least there I knew what I was going to get. Here I have no fucking clue what's going on, there are no signs of anything, everything's bright ass white and there's just a big twisted line that leads to three doors; a white one, a black one and a blood red one. People are just walking around like zombies and shit going up to the counters and the workers talk to them and hand them a colored slip that shows which door to go to. From the time I've been here in this shitty place I've noticed that no one has gotten a red slip, it makes me wonder where that particular door leads to. So anyway I tried to think of how I got here but nothing comes up, the last thing I remember was Needy on top of me. She looked so sad even sadder than the time her pet bunny was taken away by a hawk. We were 11 years old and we had a funeral and everything for Thumper, that night I held Needy as she cried in my arms. Where's Needy? Where the fuck am I?

"NEXT!" said the lady annoyed. It was my turn and suddenly I had a bad feeling about this. Getting closer I could see her name tag read Diana.

"Let's see, ah here you are Jennifer Amanda Check," Diana said staring at the computer. I don't know what she was reading but her expression changed as she kept scrolling down my file. It didn't seem like good news so I tried to take a peek but that selfish bitch moved the screen so I couldn't see. Damn this would be sooo much easier if it was a guy or a lesbi-gay we could play Hello Titty but instead I was stuck with this crackhead.

"Here you go honey." I was surprised to see that my color note was red and before I could say anything Diana pointed at the door as if I was colorblind or something. What does this mean? There was no writing on the note it was just red like the door. Thanks for fucking nothing Diana as I walked to the mysterious red door. It felt like walking through the halls in school and once again I was the center of attention, as I pass by people started to whisper and eye at my note. What the fuck are they staring at, I ain't no mirror. I opened the door with confidence even though I was terrified at what was inside. I was surprised that it looked like a normal bedroom… if you're a disturbed death obsessed Goth person. The room was filled with black candles, skulls, and other freaky shit which I bet Colins would have loved. The thing that stood out to me was a picture of two girls, a red head with a salty smile and a black haired girl whose saltiness was hidden beneath her hair. Seeing them reminded me of a picture Needy and I took not too long ago. Needy… where are you?

"So you're the infamous Jennifer Speck," a voice said behind me scaring the shit out of me. It was the red head in the picture and she looked even more gothic in person. It creped me out that she'd have a skull's bird for a necklace but the brunette in the picture seemed to have a matching one. I guess it was like Needy and I's Biff necklaces but ours were better looking.

"It's Check, Jennifer Check," I snapped.

"Whatever," she said jumping on the bed holding what I can only assume is my file. She looked incredibly bored and almost not satisfied with the way I look.

"OK sooo I have a name but since we're stranger I'm not going to tell you so you can call me Pepper." She reached out her hand to shake mine but I was already annoyed by her so I let her hang there.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"No and you know what I'm fucking tired of waiting for someone to tell so tell me or you can fucking eat my ass."

My outburst seemed to only excite Pepper and it made her giggle like a child. It was like a game to her and it pissed me off to no end.

"Tell me Checkers, what was the last thing you remember before you ended up here?" I tried to think back but nothing was coming up and it only made her damn smile wider.

"My friend Needy we were talking about something and she said she wanted my heart or something and somehow I ended up in this hell hole."

Pepper scribbled something in the file and frantically circled something before shutting it close again.

"Okay Jennifer listen very carefully," she said like I was fertarded, "you and your friend weren't talking you guys were in a mortal combat. You want to know why you're here and why the only thing you remember is Anita hovering over you?"

I nodded because my throat felt dry and constricted.

"You're here because," she paused trying to make this more dramatic but it only made me want to strangle her more until "you're dead. Yeah, it seems that Anita stabbed you in the heart with a box cutter because you were eating dicks… any of this ring a bell?"

No that's a lie! I was about to tell her to burn in hell when suddenly everything came back in a flash.

Flashback

"Are you scared?"

"Let's play Mommy and Daddy."

"You were never a good friend."

"My tit."

"No, Your heart."

Flashback ends

I remember everything from being sacrificed, eating boys and being killed by my best friend. It was too much to handle so I did what any person would do if they were told they were dead… I puked my ectoplasm guts out. This reminded me of the time Needy and I went to L.O.O. and we ate nachos with extra badger sauce till we hurled. But back then I had someone to hold my hand and hair, this time I was alone, figuratively speaking.

"Oh Shit, clean up in aisle Two!"

God what I wouldn't give to kill Pepper if she wasn't already dead.

After the shock of being dead wore down Pepper explained to me why I was here in Limbo. Once she was done she left me alone to "let me soak up the information" like I was fucking Spongebob. You see I killed people, actually ate them, but it wasn't entirely my fault because I was under the influence of a demon so I have to go through some steps like an AA if I want to cross over whatever that means. But that's the last thing on my mind what I can't seem to get over is Needy. How could she kill me?! ME!!! Her fucking sandbox love. I always thought the one person that'd be by my side would be Needy but I guess I was wrong. Pepper had left me a picture of us to make me feel like home that whore, it does the opposite. It makes me feel empty like when I was hungry but even worse. I grab a marker in Pepper's room and draw an X on Needy's face.

"Cross out Needy," I whisper to myself tears falling down my face. I wonder what she's doing on Earth alive but a part of me doesn't care. Part of me wants her to suffer for what's she's done.

I wish I was never her friend.

I wish I had never met her.

Worse of all…

I wish I wasn't in love with her.

Needy's POV

It's funny the way things work out. A couple of hours ago I was able to avenge both Chip and Jennifer by filleting Low Shoulder. God it felt so good to murder every one of those Satan worshippers one by one. I wish now I had taken more time to torture them, to make the pain last till every sweet fucking minute but I guess I still had some humanity left in me. My eyes are close as I remember the look on those faygos. My fear of Nikoli had vanished the minute I had snapped his pathetic hand back. I couldn't help but smile at the image. But now that everything's done my greatest fear has come true. I am completely and utterly alone in this world. There's no way I can live a normal life not after everything I've been through.

Chip… I think about him from time to time. Yeah, I did love him but now that I think about us I knew we weren't meant to be. We were just a high school couple ruled by our hormones not our heads. Eventually we would have gone our separate ways after we realized there was no true spark in our relationship. That of course we'll never happened now that he's dead but thinking about that brings me some type of closure with Chip. Every time I see his picture I just imagine that we split up because of our differences. It helps keep the demons at bay… at least till I think about her.

Demons…

My best friend was a demon…

Jennifer Check.

She was brutally sacrificed to Satan but came back alive, different, but alive because she wasn't a virgin. I should have never let her go in that van with that stupid band. I was so fertarded to ignore the bad feeling in my gut and to let Low Shoulder taker her away from me. I had a second chance to do something when she came back but instead I let her become a monster. I fucked up once again. The only favor I did for her was to set her free by killing her with a fucking box cutter.

I regretted using a box cutter.

Jennifer deserved a better death than that.

Thinking about her cause my heart to ache and the numbness to build. I pulled out a picture of us, we were both wearing purple because it was Jennifer's idea. I had a dorkish smile doing the first pose that came to mind; the peace sign. Jennifer on the other hand had an extra salty smile and had her arms around me, claiming me as hers.

If only she had wanted me that way I wouldn't have cared what she'd become. Hell if I would have tried to perform the same ritual and we could have been demon lovers forever. But even that twisted crazy future isn't a possibility anymore. Seeing her in that picture brought back all the sore feelings, I thought I had buried deep inside. Before I knew it I was curled up in fetal position, crying my eyes out, and clutching at the picture as if my life depended on it. I knew I must have looked like a total baby but Jennifer always said it was better to look like a wimp in private than in public where every can judge you like it was their fucking business. After awhile I fell peacefully asleep even though I was in a shitty hotel room mourning over my best friend who I killed.

Jennifer's gone forever and it was my fault.

Fuck my life.

Jennifer's POV

Being dead isn't so bad. I can change this place to look like my bedroom or Kettle's woods. It was entertaining at first but it can't hide the hole I feel inside. I could be doing anything right now from being at a hot concert or an actual mall but instead I'm hiding underneath the covers in my room hoping that no one would bother me. It was only wishful thinking.

"What the fuck Checkers," Pepper said annoyed. The red head would come by time and time again to 'check' up on me only to find that I haven't moved an inch. How could I do anything when my heart was so empty? Needy betrayed me and that hurts more than the fact that she killed me.

"Leave me alone."

"No, I refuse to let you whine like a baby because your best friend butchered you like a pig."

I flicked her off but somehow I knew Pepper was smiling.

"Eat my ass Jean Gray." It was the only thing I could think about but boy I didn't think she'd get heated.

Just as I was about to throw a pillow at that damn red head she jumped me. This bitch was going to be sorry she ever messed with me. I was able to grab a fist full of hair but her hands were wrapped around my throat. To anyone else two ghost fighting would seem ridiculous even pointless but to me it was actually fun. Somehow, I managed to get on top and say something I've been wanting to say ever since I've met her.

"You know Pepper you remind me of someone I ate."

She shot me a dirty look but then did a smile that sent chills down my spine.

"I could say the same thing about you."

That comment caught me off guard enough to not see her fist coming right at my precious face. I've never seen so many stars before. Okay I'll admit it that I'm the queen of bitch talking but fighting wasn't really my thing. Leave it to the testosterone driven boys and butch girls to knock out some heads but not me.

"Ready to give up snowflake Queen," she snickered. As much as I hated to admit it Pepper seemed like she knew what she was doing. I nodded in defeat.

"Great cuz now that I have your attention you have to listen to what I say. Yeah I get that you're mad at Needy. She was your sandbox love, your best friend, your everything."

I said nothing but my eyes must have given me away.

"It hurts to know that instead of helping you she killed you but did you ever once think how hard it must have been for her to do that? Think about it, you were out of control and look because she loved you she was able to set you free giving you a chance for true happiness."

"Needy's better off she's alive and I'm not. Seems to me that she got the better end of the straw," I retorted. Pepper gave a growl and took me somewhere full of mirrors. Most of them just reflected back my salty image all except for one. Pepper motioned me to stare deeper into it.

My eyes widened and my heart started to beat faster at what I saw.

Her.

My Needy.

I couldn't tell where she was but she looked so miserable. She was curled up in a ball and crying her eyes out.

"You really think that she's better off because she's living?" Pepper whispered. Pepper seemed to be eyeing something between Needy's hands. I couldn't believe it when I realized what it was.

A photo of us.

I reached out to touch the mirror hoping it would lead me to her but all I felt was the cold smooth surface telling me to forget it.

"I used to be a lot like you," Pepper said walking over to stand right next to me. How could she possibly ever understand me?

"Do you want to talk to her?" asked Pepper. What kind of a question is that? Of course I want to talk to Needy. I want to tell her how sorry I am for everything. I want to make everything right again. I want to tell her how much I love her.

"Yes but how could I?" I asked hopeful.

"If you're ready to take the program every step gives you access to the living."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Here was the chance I needed to make everything right with Needy.

"I'm ready."

"Alright let the healing begins."

"Is it scary? What's going to happen? Have you've ever done it?

"Whoa. One question at a time Checkers, yea I've done it and it's not that bad."

"Then what are you still doing here?"

"Waiting for someone till then I'm doing this job to kill time."

"I-I'm scared."

I couldn't believe I said that to some stranger. I was never a person to freely say my emotions out loud but Pepper was different in her own twisted way.

"Don't be; in fact let me tell you a story of two girls who used to live by a code; 'Out by sixteen or dead in the scene, together forever. United against life as we know it'."

"Is this your story Pepper?" I asked hopefully not being too rude.

"Yeahhhhhhhh and since you're going through the program it is time you know my real name."

I was always curious what her real name was and her story. Now I was going to be able to hear it.

"My name's Ginger Fitzgerald and this is my story…"

What do you guys think?...Review? por favor… also There are a lot of references to other movies, show let's see who can name them all ;)