AN: Hey, guys! Lol so I'm redoing Stars. This version isn't for everybody. It's darker. This is your first warning.

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As far as I was concerned, they could all go to fuckin' hell. I had saved Lyds. So what if I took a life. Or three. It all ended the same. Lyds was safe. And that's the only thing that fuckin' matters.

I glared at the mirror. They were takin' her away from me. I'd never get to see her again, and them lettin' me keep this fuckin' thing was like pourin' acid in the gapin' hole they put in my chest.

So with one last look at my reflection, I slammed my fist into the glass, breakin' it and not giving a good Goddamn about my blood getting into the cracks.

Several years later…

Y'know it's getting bad when you start to think about how much easier things would be if you were dead.

I had just gotten back to my apartment from the dealership. My car was now running on a prayer. It needed new parts but I just didn't have the money. I had missed my morning class so there went my day's participation points. Yeah, they work a buffer in should something like this happen, but still. Those were practically free points and I lost every damn one of them because my car wouldn't start this morning. Had to have the creepy McCreeper from downstairs jump start my car.

And in an hour, I'm going to have to deal with Boss McCreeper. Seriously. He needs to keep his fucking hands to himself and not fucking touch me. It'd be one thing if his little shoulder rubs felt good. No. They fucking hurt. And he always had to be right the fuck behind me. But I dare not say anything about it. I can't afford to lose my job. And that's the way it is for women in the work force. Nothing seems to ever change.

Anyway, I am currently financially fucked. Tuition prices got jacked up, I've got house bills, insurance bills, medical bills, phone bills. I still haven't paid the rest of my tuition, and I'm still waiting on books. Now I've got car shit to worry about.

But y'know when you don't have to pay bills? When you're dead. And a coffin was looking mighty inviting right now.

I went into the kitchen to see if food had magically appeared in my fridge. Nope. It's still as empty as it was when I checked it last. I was going to have to shopping tomorrow to get my allotted ramen and Totino's Frozen Pizza. Yeah. College students sure do live in the lap of luxury. People always tell me it'll be worth it. That's nice. But I need to eat tonight.

I had some time to kill so I started up my laptop and plopped my ass on my bed. I'd check my emails, various sites, send out a mass email for the day's Physics notes, blah blah blah. The Star Trek Communicator sound went off and I grabbed my phone to read the text. It was from Nick Savage (I was convinced he was destined to be a porn star. Seriously. Nick. Savage.), my buddy at the local Goodwill. They had a vanity dresser that no one wanted and he wanted to know if I'd take it for five bucks. He'd even deliver. I told him that yeah, I'd take it. He texted back that he'd bring it by tomorrow after work. I told him I'd be here.

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As far as I was concerned, grocery shopping could wait. I still had another pizza I could eat tonight. Nick was on his way with my new piece of furniture, and I needed to be here. Obviously. The doorbell rang and I opened the door, seeing Nick. I flashed him my usual smile, which the dark haired older boy returned.

"So, any particular reason as to why nobody wanted it?" I asked as he turned away and moved behind the dolly that held the vanity.

"It's haunted," he replied easily.

"Tch. Yeah. Right. Seriously, dude. Is it broken or something?"

"Yeah, the mirror's cracked, but that's about it. Everything else is fine." He wheeled it in and I hopped around to the other side to see the oval mirror was indeed broken. My fragmented reflection stared back at me and a part of my mind registered how bad I looked. My honey-brown hair was a stringy mess, curling every which way at the ends. My skin was pale and there were circles under my eyes, making the ice blue of my irises stand out even more. Shit. "So where do you want this?"

"Hm? Oh, just put it in my room." Nick knew where it was. Don't give me that look. Girl's gotta get it where she can.

He took it in, set it against the wall, and I had to admit, the white of the vanity looked kinda good against the dark colors of the rest of my set up. After some banter and after I deflected his attempts at some…action, Nick left and I had my shitty apartment all to myself again. I looked again at my reflection. I was looking pretty bad. Part of the reason why I told Nick not tonight. But what did it matter? I had my own things to work with.

Stop looking at me like that.

Back to the mirror. Stupid me, I decided to run my finger along a particularly jagged crack. And sliced my finger silly.

"Son of a BITCH!" That fucking hurt. I promptly jammed my injured finger into my mouth, the blood tasting metallic like on my tongue. "Fuck me!"

"Damn."

My eyes popped open and I froze. Where my reflection should have been was a man. A blond man. With toxic green eyes, black circles all around his eyes, and skin of a lavender tone.

"Damn," he said again in that gravelly tone. "I ain't got a problem fuckin' ya, kitten. It's just…I'm kinda over here…and yer kinda over there."

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AN: I should have the next chapter up soon.