: I do not own the movie The Craft, nor do I own Matthew Sweet's song "Dark Secret". If I did, do you think I would be writing ~fanfiction~ of all things? And go ahead and flame me. After years of emotional abuse I am immune to it, so if you want to belittle yourself because it makes you feel big, by all means go ahead. Everyone else, including I, will be laughing at your failure of being a big debauched autocrat (Bad bully). But CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcomed though, considering that I wrote this in the middle of the night. Also tell me if I should continue this too, all I need is 5 nice reviews, please. :

* …* == Means someone's thoughts

"You are sickened by the weakness, of a heart that's filled with fear…"

"And if the world won't understand you, you can make it disappear," a late teenage girl whispered sadly as she rested her head against the car window. Her reddish locks of hair caressed her cheek softly as she shifted to stare into her reflection's eyes, only to be met disheartening green ones that barely acknowledge the beautiful landscape that were passing by. She touched the glass window, murmuring "Why do these things always happen to me?"

"What was that Sarah?" he father asked her, his eyes flickering to look at her through the mirror as Sarah's stepmother turned in the passenger seat to look at her.

Sarah turned to face the windshield, where she was able to see that her stepmother Jenny was frowning at her lack of response.

"Sarah, I know it's hard on you right now. The pass few years you had to go through what no one should go through at your age. Your father and I think it's a good idea to start over, a fresh new start." Jenny quietly pleaded to the teenager in the backseat.

Crossing her arms, Sarah looked back at the window. "How many times do I have to start over? How many times must I run away from my problems?"

Sensing more disagreement coming, Sarah's father decided to interrupt, "So Sarah, how do you like the scenery?"

"Its fine, I guess, even though I don't know which state we are in at the moment."

"Ohio, we're in Southern Ohio. You'll love it here. My sister says in the fall it's the most enchanting place you could be and the winter is just magical. You've been here before, haven't you John?" Jenny replied in place of her husband John, who just nodded.

"So, we're moving from LA all the way to a no named cow town in Southern Ohio, where are going to live with your relatives, Jenny, which I have never met before? Great." *My life is so over. *

"Its not a cow town, and it does have a name. You'll like Cathy and Andy, plus they have a son who's a little older then you, so you will know some people in the school you'll be going to."

"Hanging out with your nephew's friends, which will get me my own friend real quick and what is your nephew Giles like?"

Jenny let out an irritable sigh; "I haven't seen Mills in a few years, but from what I heard he is an upstanding young man with his whole future ahead of him."

Rolling her eyes, Sarah resumed her task of staring into nothingness through the window, but it wasn't her reflection staring back at her. Grinning at her was the face of her former friend turned enemy who seemed to enjoy the fear in Sarah's face.

"Hey, Sarah, whatcha doin'? Did ya miss me?"

A single word escaped Sarah's lips before the world went black.
"Nancy."