"It was when dad died the stress started, soon I became numb and nothing mattered anymore. I stopped eating. I stopped sleeping. I stopped everything.
Then one-day mum turned round and literally dragged me to the doctors. The drug helped but they can't turn back time." The black dot on the ceiling didn't nod or speak back, but it listened and didn't interrupt my thoughts.
"Only Vee and my mum know about those dark long months and they were the only ones that never gave up on me. That's more then I can say about the other girls I once dared to call friends."
"I considered suicide, but gave up knowing my mum wouldn't probably survive, Vee would go insane, not that she already is" I chuckled quietly to my self. "She nearly got me killed after her bad judgment on Elliot and Jules, I mean Chauncey, I mean both." I stopped, pondering what he would prefer me to call him. "And then there's Patch" I smiled to myself , thinking about the motel night, his hard abs and caring hands that would never hurt me "once he was completely jerk , his innuendos and provoking tendencies. He was plotting to kill me." I started giggling despite myself "I mean he wanted to sacrifice me for a human body." I laughed harder "This is between you and me little black dot. He was a fallen angel, then he accidentally fell in love and he wanted me more then a… normal body, but what worries me most is that I don't know how he feels. He has never said, "I love you" or… anything. It's so confus-" I was cut short of my confession when a scraping noise came from over by my bed room door.
I got up slowly from my bed and looked around my wardrobe. My breathing was echoing in the silence as I slowly moved to prevent making any more noise.
A dark, tall figure appeared to be facing me, only a few feet away from me.
I instantly froze as he looked into my eyes. He came closer and I backed away quickly screaming and fighting him off, until his hand came over my mouth and I heard,
