I was looking out my window when suddenly I saw something moving by the shed in the backyard. Fuck it was Heath! He was alive I guess. Omg no now my parents might see him ! I ran out of my room and expertly went down the stairs like I was in an Olympic race for cappuccino skinned black people. Okay I know I wasn't actually in an Olympic race but whatever. I went down each step, noticing how the carpet was gray and worn out in some areas where it was stepped on most . I was quiet like a fish underwater running from a seal. I crossed the brown carpet rug thing with white flowers on it that my mom put over the golden wood floors and put my hand on the part dull and part shiny gold metallic door handle . It felt cold beneath my graceful and sexy hands. I slowly turned the handle, not making a sound, and stepped out of the brown dark wood door and onto the cement steps outside which were bordered by plants such as a lily plant in a brown pot that had some dark brown dead leaves around the base of the lime greenish stem. I ran to the shed over the wet grass and saw Heath. He noticed me and stopped trying to crawl on the ground like a zombie animal crossed with an injured human to start talking to me.

"Hey Zo what happened ? "

"You drank too much again like a stupid bitch you faggot"

" Why are you so mad? You know I didn't cheat or anything. Did Kayla say something ?"

"Wtf what did you do !"

Suddenly he noticed my hot sexy mark.

"Omg Zoey what happened to you are you Marked?" He looked amazed like how I looked when I first saw a pony.

"Um yeah I am …"

"But Zoey we're dating!"

"Omg no we are not dating!"

Suddenly I noticed something amazing…it smelled really good like a towel mixed with cake on my birthday.

"I really love you we should date again though " He said and that's when I noticed his arm was bleeding like water coming out of a hose.

I could only imagine how good I must look right now with my hot sexy mark blazing like the moon and my sexy hot skinny round hair blowing around me like spider wings ….

"I want….." omg wtf I wanted blood!

Suddenly a truck with black tires drove into the yard and Drew threw Heath in the car. He must have seen my mark… he was acting different around me. I wondered how Drew knew where Heath was . I guess maybe Heath had called or texted them for help before I saw him since he could hardly walk and possibly needed some help.

"Leave him alone you freak!" Drew yelled and speeded away like a horse race.

Omg wtf…. Did he actually just call me that ?! I sat on the grass and cried for hours.

After that I stumbled into the house… passing the lily plant in the brown pot and I went into the living room. My mom was there with a bottle of vodka chugging it while smoking 3 cigarettes in her mouth at the same time. She looked so normal.. so much how she used to look. Except she used to inject herself with heroin and drink bleach and inhale toxic chemicals from paint cans and household cleaners to get high and she also used to smoke 4 cigarettes at once. But these were things that her new husband didn't allow. He was such a bitch.

"Mom?" I said.

She didn't look at me.

"Dad?" I used the name I used to call her, back in the days before she married John. "I need your help."

I don't know whether it was the unexpected use of "dad" or if something in my voice touched an old piece of mom intuition she still had but when she looked at me her eyes were glazed and bloodshot.

"What is it baby-" She began but her words froze like making ice cream in an ice cream maker when her glassy eyes found the mark on my face.

"Oh Jesus god! what have you done now?"

It hurt my heart. " Mom I didn't do anything this isn't my fault!"

"Oh please no! What is your father going to say?" She wailed like a train.

I felt like screaming louder than a train How the hell would any of us know what my father was going to say!

" Mom the truth is that you haven't paid any attention to your kids for three years! Did you know that your other daughter has aids and is like basically a slut and your son ran away!"

"Um actually I did know that …"

"Oh.." I felt mad. I went up the stairs to my room and started packing my stuff. Suddenly I heard a knock on my wooden door and heard John's voice …

"Zoey get the fuck out of your room I wanna talk to you"

I patted my retarded fish. It was a dead one I had found a while ago.

Then I went out to face him…