Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or the 80's song which the fic was named after. I also do not own the main plot line (Paige's rape trial) since The Ghost In The Machine parts 1 & 2 has already been written and filmed. I do however, own parts of the plot line and some of the material in the story.

It's around eleven pm, rain is pouring outside, making a loud pitter-patter on the roof while occasional sounds of thunder echo throughout the sky. I'm lying on my bed, trying to finish up my last bit of English homework before calling it a night. I was writing the final part of my composition on Greek playwrights in history when suddenly the power went out. It didn't really phase me, there's a storm outside, it happens. After gathering the homework spread out on my bed, I drop it on the ground, hearing the quick thud that follows. Falling back onto my bed, I pull the thick covers over my shoulder and attempt to reach the peaceful state of unconsciousness most people know as sleep. But then a bone-chilling voice calls out to me, saying just two words, but the words are more horrifying than I can believe.

"Hey Spirit." The voice calls in a sly kind of way.

It's a mans voice, but not just any man, it's him... I know it's him, it's the same voice that I spoke to back in grade 9 and even now, when I'm supposed to be over it I'm as scared as I was then, maybe even more so.

A flash of lightning outside lights up my room for a quick moment, revealing the face I never wanted to have to see again. He's leaning in a corner of my room, how he got there I'll never know. But the fact that he's here, in the home I'm supposed to feel safe in makes me want to scream, cry, do anything that others might here, but for some reason I can't. I feel frozen, like the day I saw him sitting at the table in Degrassi, smiling his evil little intimidating smile and nodding his head like he was planning on killing me if I said a word.

He stands up, walking towards me, I hear his footsteps grow close and soon I can feel him standing over me. I know he's looking at me, he's probably grinning, I can't tell though, everything is so dark, I can hardly see the covers I have resting on top of me.

"Did you miss me Spirit?...." He asks, it almost seems like he's laughing, I can see practically see him grinning, damn him.

I want to scream, I want to let him know how much of a bastard I think he is and how much I despise him. I'm trying to be brave, I want so much to feel strong and lash out at him, to make him feel as scared of me as I am of him. But I can't, I can only manage a soft plea.

"Please Dean, leave me alone..." I feel my eyes begin to water, tears sliding down my cheek, I wish I weren't so scared, but I'm terrified of him.

"Come on Spirit, we've had fun, you know I'd never hurt you..." He chuckles afterward and leans over me, stroking my hair. Suddenly, I feel the urge to slap his hand away, but once again my fear overwhelms me and I can only lay there in the dark, praying he'll just leave me alone.

He doesn't, instead he sits down on the edge of my bed, leaning even further over me. He stays there for a few moments, continuing to stroking my hair, then he moves over me, until he's sitting on top of me. My breathing grows heavier until I finally call out at the top of my lungs, trying to find enough air. Then he slaps me. Hard. My voice dies in my throat as a stinging sensation comes over my cheek. I begin to cry silently again, I attempt to sit up only to be thrown back down by him again. I want him to stop, to leave me alone. His hands find their way to my neck, applying pressure as they close around.

"D--Dean....Please... Let me g...." I gasp for air, as I sink into my pillow as he squeezes my neck harder.

"You thought you tell on me and get away with it, didn't you Spirit?.... Guess again." He leans his face down to where it's only an inch away from mine, I can see his eyes, glowing menacingly in the dark.

Lightning once again lights up my room, I see his face leering right in front of mine. It's hard to believe I once wanted him, I was so stupid. If I hadn't been such a stuck up hag in grade 9 maybe none of this would have happened, I wouldn't have known what the word fear really means and he wouldn't be here, in my room, sitting on top of me, slowly suffocating me with his hands.

Finally, I'm growing dizzy, I know it's from loss of air. I'm beginning to slip away, the room is growing hazy, all I can see clearly is his face, even though it's pitch black again, the image is still there. I'm all alone, I know I'm going to die, it's only a matter of moments before I'll be gone from the world, I'll only be a memory. He's squeezing harder, he knows it'll be over soon and he's grinning because of it. He's winning now, I'll never be able to make him pay, I hate him.

"Goodbye Spirit." He whispers in my ear.

I take my last few attempts for air, but it's too late. Everything's swirling, I close my eyes, it's all ending now....

I sit up instantly, cautiously glancing around the dark corners of my room, searching for any trace of him. I'm breathing heavily, my entire body seems covered in a layer of cold sweat and my mind is panicking. Then it hits me, it was just a dream...no, a nightmare, another one. Lately it seems like I can't get a night of sleep without visiting him in my dreams. I've tried everything to make him go away, nothing's worked, it seems like his image has become a permanent part of my constant nightmares.

I guess you could say I'm nervous, okay, really nervous, oh screw it all, I'm panicking. Tomorrow is the day I'm supposed to go into court and take the stand against Dean, the Bardell sports hero who raped me almost two years ago. The worst part is, I don't even know if he's going to go to jail or not, even if I spill my heart out about what happened the jury could still consider him innocent, which is completely unfair. I want him to pay for what he did to me, I want him to be scared, but most of all, I want the world to know how much of a bastard he is.

It's weird, I don't want everyone to know that I, Paige Michalchuk, the most popular girl at Degrassi Community School was raped---but at the same time, I want those same people to know what he did to me, to look upon his with scorn and hate and associate him with the words jackass and rapist, like I do.

Everyone is coming to support me tomorrow, Hazel, Spinner (I don't know what I'd do without him), Ashley, Marco, Dylan and my parents. I just hope I don't let them down, it's my one shot and if I miss...Dean won't just be in my nightmares.

A/N: I decided to finish this up and post it before going back to finish up chapter 6 to my other fic. Let me know what you think, reviews are nice. Criticism is welcomed as long as it's constructive.