Here's my first story, it's a one-shot, and it takes place right after Paige gets raped by Dean. After the scene fades out on Paige saying no to Dean, it's left for interpretation to exactly what happens afterwards. So, this is my interpretation. Oh, and it is third person.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I can't believe it. Did that really happen?" Paige's head was flooded with these thoughts. Dean had already left the room after having his way. "And why," she thought "am I still lying in this bed? I need to go get Hazel and tell her… but I can't tell her!" She wiped tears from her eyes, silvery black tears from all the make-up she'd worn. "Why did I do this? It's my fault, here I am dressed like this, what did I think would happen? Did I actually think we'd just come here and talk?" She combed her fingers through her hair and fully dressed herself. Paige needed to make sure it didn't look like anything was totally, incomparably wrong. "And to think I was worried about my hair a few months ago" She cursed herself for being so shallow.
Outside the room she heard some talking, a familiar voice, one that sounded like the boy she'd blown off that night.
"Paige is here…isn't she? She told me she was visiting her sick grandma." Paige heard Spinner say.
"Uh, yeah, she is… I think she went in there with some guy" Hazel was becoming worried herself after seeing Dean leave the room.
"What? Screw her." Spinner walked away with heavy footsteps.
This conversation made Paige feel worse. She started crying again, this time sobbing uncontrollably. After 20 minutes she decided she should leave the bedroom. She neatened up her make-up again, and left cautiously, afraid of what's waiting outside.
"Hazel, we're leaving now." Paige dragged Hazel away from the attractive boy Hazel had been working on.
"Paige, where the hell have you been?" Hazel was angry at poor Paige.
"Nowhere, I'll tell you later"
When Paige got home that night, her parents were gone to bed. A note was left on the table saying "Paige, you were still out when we went to bed. Lock the front door. Good night! Love you, xoxo –Mom"
Paige ran down the stairs to her basement bedroom and finally threw herself onto the bed and had the cry she'd been waiting for.
"How lame am I? What was I thinking? I was trying to turn him on, but not that much, why didn't he stop? Why didn't I stop him?" Paige was beginning to blame herself for his mistake. Paige changed out of her party clothes and tried to change into her silky pink duckling pajamas, but she ached from her night, so she decided to put on a really old nightgown. Suddenly a pop/hip-hop tune started to play loudly from the floor. She searched through her jeans and found what she'd been looking for, her cell phone. It was a text.
"paige wat got into u? u disappear 4 2 hours an then u pull me home xox -hazel"
"hazel, im sry, I felt sick, 2 much 2 drink I guess xox –paige"
In truth, Paige had had very little to drink, but she didn't really want to admit that to even herself. If she did, it would mean she wasn't entirely responsible for her actions.
"I hate my fucking self, I just…" She said this aloud to herself, maybe so she'd feel better, maybe just because the silence of her sleeping house was pounding her ears to death.
She decided that she would tell somebody what happened. The next day, everyone would know she was a slut. But was she?
"I won't tell anyone"
So that's my first fanfic… :D So I hope you all loved it.