"Raven. I'm sorry. I have to go back."

No!

And it would be best if we just… broke up… I never should have let this go on for so long." He wiped away a black tear that was falling down my already black and white stripped cheeks. He looked at me with sad eyes that pitied me.

Why?

"You were very entertaining though… I'm sorry." He held my hand for one last time as he guided down the stairs from his attic room. The mansion floors seemed to sob with me in a protest not wanting to let me or their master leave.

He kept saying he apologized but I barely took notice as I begged him to stay. I kept saying 'I love you' but he ignored me. Was this past year nothing to him? Was I just his play toy? Why Alexander why?

That happened two months ago.

I'm still struggling with accepting it really was nothing to him. He never came back or try to contact me but I thought we had so much together... How could he end it like that?

I guess everyone in Dullsville would say that I'm just a shell of who I was. I still wear black. But only loose, worn black clothing really. Nothing special. I don't see the point in wasting energy on an outfit. I do still wear make-up. But only eyeliner and maybe my black lipstick. My apperance and feelings actually match the way my combat boots look. Things have changed so much that I actually wake up for school on time. Becky is no longer waking up everyone on dullsville drive every morning due to my lateness.

Alexander…

Stop it! Don't think of him dammit! Stupid!

For the past two months I have been having that same dream. I can't break out of it no matter how much I try, how much I hurt.

My Hello Batty alarm rings but I'm already up. I shut it off and open my dresser. I select a misfits T-shirt, black mostly-skinny jeans and my Emily the Strange jacket. I quickly get dressed and go to wash my face and put on eyeliner. At first I reach for my plain black eyeliner but then I stop.

I think I can do glittery black today.

I apply the glittery black and attempt to smile genuinely. Still fake. Not convincing enough. I sigh and just add some black lipstick and finish with my hair in a messy bun.

Down stairs mom has started cooking us all breakfast. I also haven't been eating Count Chocula since he left. Funny how I never noticed till now.

"Breakfast has been served." My mom says as she makes me, dad, and I coffee.

I sipped my coffee and my omelet in silence like I did every morning. Becky honked once when she got outside.

"See you later." I mumbled as I walked out the door. Becky rarely chats my ear off anymore. I remember the days where she drove me crazy. A small smile that was barely noticeable appeared on my face. Becky saw it and smiled.

"Hey! Had a good dream?"

My smile disappeared at the mention of dreams. "No. Same dream."

She frowned. "I'm sorry."

We didn't talk after that.

I was watching the tree outside the window in Mrs. Naples English class, when I heard a soft thud hit my desk.

I looked down and saw a little paper ball hit my desk. There was little hexagons on It that were colored black. I unfolded it, my eyebrows raised at the fact that anyone (even Becky) would pass a note to me.

I miss your smile.

I looked at Becky but she was scribbling ferociously in the notebook. I looked around the room but everyone seemed to be too busy copying down the notes on the board. I put the note in my journal to burn later. Fucking Pradabees.

"Huff. Huff. Huff." I was running through the school hall way. I don't know from what though. I was wearing one of my old outfits, a black lace dress that reached halfway to my thigh with a thick red ribbon tied across it. My hair was tied out of my face with a red ribbon and I could feel the all the makeup I once wore. And I was running in black heels. They were actually sort of cute.

I started to hear bangs against the locker. When I glance over my shoulder I saw White and black spheres bouncing around.

Soccer balls.

I turned right so it wouldn't follow me. Bad idea. Now they were in front of me.

G-R-E-A-T.

I fell trying to stop and turn around but even in a dream, it's pretty impossible in heels. It was so LOUD. There was nothing else but the balls hitting the lockers and their echo. I covered my ears and saw a figure running towards me. He had Blonde curls and green eyes. All of his muscles were cut and he wore Khakis. Trevor Mitchell. My enemy since Kindergarten.

I got up and ran in the other direction. Now bats were flying over head. Big and dark bats. Flying so low over my head I could feel the wind they created while flapping. and yet another figure was running at me. This one I knew so well. It's my love. My dark prince.

"Alexander!" I ran towards him, a huge smile on my face and arms spread for a hug, even though a part of me screamed to run away. To Trevor.

"Raven! NO!" Trevor called from behind.

I stopped and turned to look at Trevor. He had an arm extended and he looked desperate. When I turned back to Alexander he had his fangs out, ready to grab me. But I had a sinking feeling he didn't want to turn me to we can live together forever. I think he wanted to eat me.