"You left a whole where my heart should be
Gotta fight just to make it through
Cause I will be the death of you"


I didn't see the new kid again for another week, but I could hear him occasionally. His room was down the hall from mine, right next to Rain's, and sometimes I could hear him yelling at his nurse. The kid was obviously not adjusting well. It usually only took a few days before new kid's got situated but this guy had spent the entire week in his room.

I kept asking Maria and Ivan what the deal was with him (most people couldn't see them so they had the dirt on everyone) but they refused to volunteer any information. It was totally confusing. First they tell me to go see this guy and then they won't tell me anything about him. And it wasn't like they respected people's privacy. Not at all.

I tried not to dwell on it though and just get on with my life at Area 51 Prep. The next time I saw the guy was about a week later, when I was on my way upstairs that night. People were still puttering around, but it was mostly quiet. I was rounding a corner of an empty hallway when I bumped into Melissa. The meanest paranormal bitch in the entire world. She was truly awful what with her bleached blonde hair, make-up slathered face, press on eyelashes, Gucci purses, Ambercrombie shirts, and telekinetic powers.

"Watch where you're going bitch," she snapped as her and her antourage stopped dead in their tracks.
I glared up at her angrily, "What's your problem?" I demanded, "Did someone drop a house on your sister?"

"Why don't you go have a tea party with some of your ghost friends, little girl?" she retorted.
"I would, but your face scared them all away," I said with false kindness.

She didn't say a word or even lift a finger, but a vase suddenly flew off the table next to us and hurtled itself at my head. But before it could reach my head, it burst into flames. Within seconds it was reeducated to ashes, which sprinkled to the floor.

We all looked up to the corridor where a person was walking in, it was the guy from the other night. He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a black hoodie. His dark brown hair fell into his two different colored eyes, which were outlined with guyliner. His attractive face was blank, but there was something clearly brewing behind his strange eyes, like clouds before a thunderstorm.

"Six!" Melissa said happily, approaching him, but he put up his hands in the universal 'stop' sign when she got too close.
"Mel," he sighed, sounding exasperated and a lot more sane then the last time I heard him speak.

"I know, I know," she said, "I'm just so excited to see you!"
"It's nice to see you too," he said, reluctantly dropping his hands. This must've been some kind of mutual sign between them, because Melissa immediately hugged him. He hugged her back, but not nearly as enthusiastically.

He pulled back just a little too quick and said, "Now, Mel, why are you tormenting this poor girl?"
"Oh she's fine," she said dismissevly, "We do this sort of thing all the time. . .Now how about we go upstairs and catch up?"

"I'll be up in a little while," he said, "I have some stuff to do first."
"Okay," she chirped excitedly, before she fluttered upstairs, followed by the rest of her Barbie Squad.

The guy (Six?) walked up to me, where I stood frozen for some reason, against the wall. "You alright?" he asked.
"Yeah I'm fine," I told him.
"Thought so," he said, "You look like you can handle Mel."

I wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. If he was making a reference to my goth appearance, then it was. I did tend to dress a little dark, but it was just because I liked to be original. Not to mention that I was extremely tiny; just over five foot so any edginess I could add was good to keep people from screwing with me. My hair was chin length and styled in a shag cut; dyed death black with all different colored streaks. I had my lip periced; snake bites, pointed snake bites. I dressed in unusual ways; that day it was a black tutu with chains hanging from it, fishnet stockings, combat boots, and a black t-shirt with the words "Night Predator" written in bloody letters across the front. Although, I didn't wear a lot of intense makeup; just eyeliner around my hazel eyes. I didn't need foundation; I was pale enough as it was. And I didn't slather my lips in black lipstick; that was taking it a little too far.

"Yeah, I fight with her on a daily basis," I said, "I'm Scar, by the way."
"Scar?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow, "Interesting name."
"Short for Scarlett," I explained.

"Ah, well I'm Six."
"Six? And you think Scar's a weird name?" I asked incredulously.
"Give me a break. I was born on June sixth, which happened to be a Friday."

"So?"
"I was born on the sixth day of the week, on the sixth day of the sixth month," he explained, "So my mom, being oh so original, named me Six."
"Ahh, well you gotta admit it is original."

"I guess."
"So your a pyrokinetic," I guessed, making small talk.
"Why do you think that?"

"Because you made that vase burst into flames," I pointed out.
"Oh . . .well I'm not a pyrokinetic," he said.
"Then what are you?"

"You first."
"Okay, I see ghosts," I said, "Now you?"

"Six!" Melissa's voice called from upstairs.
"I gotta go," he said, disappearing up the stairs.

I stood there for a minute, semi-confused, when Maria suddenly materialized.
"Maria, what the hell is up with that kid?" I demanded.
"Can't tell," she said, putting a finger to her glossed lips.

"Oh c'mon," I begged, "I'm gonna die if I don't find out!"
She raised an eyebrow at me and crossed her arms.

"Okay, regrettable choice of words, I admit," I said, "But you know what I mean."
"If you want to find out so badly then why don't you figure it out yourself," she suggested.
"Maybe I will," I retorted, turning on my heel and striding up to my room.

I wasn't sure what it was about Sixbut I was defiantly getting a creepy vibe from him. And for some reason I liked it.


Okay, I'm not 2 happy with this chapter . . . it was surprisingly hard 2 write . . . but i rewrote it like 4 times so i've decided this is as good as it's gonna get. Anyway, plz review, that'd b great. let me know what u think. btw, the names of the chapters r the names of the songs that the quotes come from . . .just saying

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