AN: I know I promised to publish this on Friday, but I was busy. I'm soooo sorry! Hehe… here is the story:

I slowly crept toward the figure, curled up in the corner. I squeezed the knife in my hand. I had a good grip on it. I stopped for a second, then blinked. Something changed, but only for a second. I then began to slowly approach the victim. It was dark, but I caught sight of her. Her eyes, so scared.

"No! Please! Don't!" She screamed.

Did I feel hurt, yes.

Did I feel used, yes.

Did I feel crazy, maybe.

She squirmed in her corner, trying to get farther away from me, but she's not doing a good job of it. I came closer, my knife at my side. 'Am I really going to kill her?' I asked myself.

'DO IT! Do it now! Remember what she did! She DESERVES it!'

Half of my mind was telling me I should. That she deserves to be murdered. The other half is telling me that I shouldn't. That deep down, she is a sweet, nice, and caring person.

But I couldn't believe that.

I slowly walked to her. My head was throbbing with the thoughts of this. My hands started to shake, and my knife was slipping from my hand.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. I raised the knife above my shoulder.

"NO! I beg of you! I know! I can be mean! I'm a huge bitch! I don't deserve to die for that! Please! What about you! Do you really want to go to jail for this?!"

"Who said I was going to jail…?"

She cried out for someone to help. But no one can here her.

"No one can hear you…"

She cried louder. Now my hands shook with regret. I was sweating, and remorse hit me hard. All of a sudden, I felt…sorry. Sorry?

I dropped the knife, and my knees gave in.

I started to cry.

"Get out." I said in a hush tone, but loud enough for her to hear it. She didn't move though.

"Get out!!" I finally yell. She ran out the door with no questions asked.

On her way, she whispered the two words I hated the most. The words I'd kill if I could, and I almost did. The words so small, but so hurtful. I hated when people said this.

"You FREAK." She said, and left with no other words.

My crying got louder. I crawled to the corner, where she had sat. I cried. Waiting for some help. I think I needed help.

I cried there for a long time, until I heard a knock on the door. Then most beautiful voice I had ever heard.

"Hello? Is anyone in there?"

It was Trent, I can tell by his voice.

I stood up. "Yes." I said. He didn't open the door, he just stood behind it.

"Are you ok?" He said calmly. That's when I ran to the door.

I opened it, and jumped on him, hugging him. I guess he was caught by surprise, but he hugged me back. He set me back down on the floor, still hugging me. I felt like I had to cry, but I was all cried out.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

I started at the beginning, and when I was done, he didn't say anything.

Then out of no where, he grabbed me and hugged me.

"Oh, Gwen, I'm so sorry. Why did you do it? You never would've done that to her if I was here. You didn't kill her right?"

I shook my head.

"No. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't."

He hugged me. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours.

I still think there is something wrong with me. Like I'm different from this place.

"There's something wrong with me."

He shook his head.

"There's nothing wrong with you. Your just having a rough time. I know your mom and little brother died in a car crash, but you still have your dad and me. Gwen, I-I love you."

"Trent, I love you too."

We hugged again.

There is still something wrong with me…

AN: Do you want me to continue? Or do you think it sucks? R&R!

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