Her eyes roamed. Her breath caught in her throat. Tears prickled her eyes.

She's sitting on a table, the So Random! table. She watched as he smiled to everyone, like nothing ever happened.

How can he pretend it didn't happen?

People push past her, like she's not even there. They stare right through her, and they whisper like she can't hear. But she can.

She wishes she can't.

Chad sits. He eats. He breathes. He lives. He moves on, like Chad Dylan Cooper would. He laughs to his cast, and he winks at a girl. A scoff from behind her fills her ears, and she feels more alone than ever.

At least her friends haven't forgotten her. Tawni's eyes are blank. A never ending tunnel of ice blue glory. She doesn't eat – none of them do. Nico and Grady don't talk. At all. She finds it all hard to believe. A distant, blurry dream.

What a terrible dream it is . . .

Zora isn't here. Only she knows what the eleven-year-old is doing, and that's crying in a vent. She tries to pick up a fork, tries to force herself back into reality.

The world is bittersweet. But her world is very rarely sweet.

She tries to talk to them, but they just don't hear. She tries yanking on their arms and pinching their noses shut, but nothing works. She's alone.

So alone.

She screams.

"LISTEN TO ME!"

They STILL don't hear.

And she keeps fighting. She fights for her friends, for Chad, for her life. She tries to eat, but she's nothing but a shadow.

Catching smoke with your bare hands.

Chad closes his eyes as he and her are alone. He lets a tear slip, and then her composes himself. Because he never really did care, did he? Not for anyone but himself. She misses his voice. She misses their fights. She misses them, whatever they even were.

And finally, as the casts walk out of the commissary, as the world walks out of her life, she gives up. Because she used to be something. But now she's nothing. It's not her fault. It's the bittersweet world's fault.

Without the sweet.

So she screams as she realises what she is.

She's nothing.

She's lost her head.

She's a ghost.

Sonny's dead.


A/N: I don't really know where the idea came from, but it sort of controlled me as i wrote. I may have been possessed, who knows. I'm just incredibly dark like that. Maybe someday I'll write a nice fanfiction, where everyone is sane and alive and happy.

Someday...

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