Chapter 1

"Amelia, are you paying attention to me?" Rayne asked as she grabbed her purse and math book out of her locker. "No. Sorry, please repeat." I said as I pushed by shaggy light brown bangs out of my eyes.

She pouted and sighed. "I said that we should go to the mall this Friday." She said before fallowing me out of the brick building called Fredericton High school. I hated going to the mall. It was busy and loud and there was too much wasted energy smacking people in the face and too many people there I wouldn't want to see anyways. "I can't go to the mall this Friday." I said quietly since I knew she was going to yell because I'm never available to do anything she considers fun. "Why must you always lock yourself in your room all weekend? You never go to the dances, you don't date, you don't go to parties, you don't go to football games, you aren't in any afterschool activities and the only times I've ever hung out with you outside of school was during summer when I invited you to my pool and even then you didn't go swimming!" I sighed and started walking down the street towards our houses. "I'm sorry I'm stuffy and no fun." I said simply. I didn't like to talk because when I did, I'd always make people think I'm crazy and even I think I'm crazy when he cuts in.

He. He's been there since I can remember. He always played some part in the choices I made, and he was what kept me on my toes every moment of the day. He is what made me double think. He was the reason I didn't want to be around other people and water.

Water. When I came back I refused to drink or bathe. The fact that he was still there and that water excited him frightened me so much that even I had trouble understanding the fear. But the fear wasn't senseless. I wasn't crazy. And the mere fact that I have my very own inner demon proved nothing. All it did was invoke the emotion of fear and make my blood curl. There was nothing wrong with that.

"You're absolutely no fun at all! I don't even know why I'm your friend!" I sigh as I turn and give her an angry glare. Why did I even bother to try and please her? Why do I even hang around her? Oh right, because I wanted to be a loner, but I really wasn't. I needed to socialize. "I'm sorry, Rayne. I try my best and if that doesn't please you, then you can go die, because I really don't care." I tell her as I stop walking and pull out my iPod. I put the earphones in my ears and pretend to listen to music. I couldn't listen to really music. It was loud, annoying and distracting. I didn't need it. I could leave without it, and I have, so I'll keep it that way.

"You're ignoring me! Why do you always give up on talking to me? I need you to hear me out!" She yelled and I sighed. She knew I hated music, yet she thought I'd ignore her anyways. She really is stupid. Why couldn't she just shut the hell up and deal with it? Nevertheless, I pulled the earphones out of my ear and looked at her with an arrogant glare. "I'm not ignoring you. You know I don't like music. I'd choose you over someone screaming into a microphone about sex." I tell her like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Honestly, I thought it was pretty damn close. It's one of the major reasons I don't go to dances.

"You don't like music? What the hell is wrong with you, Amelia?" She shouted as she gave me an annoyed glare. Sometimes I think she's bipolar. I don't know though. Maybe she's just overly dramatic... She should start going out with Edward Cullen. They'd fit in right perfect. "Obviously everything is wrong with me. I'm just one fucked up kid." I tell her slightly sarcastically, because I knew it really was true, but that didn't mean I wanted her to know that.

"Peace, Melia. See you at the mall Friday." She says as she walks into her house and shuts the door. I sigh and keep walking before I reach my house.

What a boringly dull house; white siding slightly dirty, black roof and boringly green grass. My mom's thing was making people gawk in awe when they walked in and saw the extreme colour. The look they gave is priceless, but she takes more pleasure in that then anything else in life.

I opened the door and tried to take in all the exuberant colours. The carpet was lime green and the walls were some sort of blinding bright pink colour. There were paintings of absolutely nothing and exciting and odd furnisher everywhere. Blade, my perfect sister, was sitting on the orange couch, reading a magazine.

"Hey, Goth girl." She tells me as she glares at me with her perfect and cold blue eyes. She was wearing eyeliner, a shit load of mascara and green eye shadow with bright red lipstick, and I knew she looked pretty, what with her brown highlighted hair that looks like it belongs to a supermodel, prefect body, boobs, long tan legs and perfect nose, but I still couldn't come to like her. I couldn't like the Bitch Queen. Wonder why.

"Hey, Bitch Queen." My mother walked into the room and glared back and forth at me and Blade. Back and forth in between a miniskirt wearing, abercombie and fitch buying cheerleader, and good grades, black skinny jeans and black long sleeves, poetry loving Goth girl. "Why won't you two get along? And Amelia, watch your language." She said as she sighed and walked back out of the room like nothing even happened.

"Why don't you go into your little stupid fucked up room and stay there?" Blade asked as she twirled some of her hair in between her fingers. I glared at her before turning out of the room and running into a wall.

"Holy fucking shit that hurt." I said as I rubbed my forehead. I heard my stupid sister snort very unattractively from the other room as she yelled, "Talk about karma my unbrilliant sister!" I refrained from running in the living room and stabbing her thinking it would only help him get whatever he wanted me to do. Honestly, if he wasn't there, she'd be so dead.

A tall blonde girl walked beside me. She had icy blue eyes and she was wearing and overly revealing tank top that she had obviously ripped a line in the chest area to show even more cleavage and way too short shorts that hugged her ass and looked like they cut the circulation off in her legs. She was pale and her hair was wavy that tumbled down in soft curls down her back. "Walk much, dumb ass?" she asked me as she walked by and towards my sister before walking back and bending down beside me. "Need help up?" she asked as she held me her hand. I nodded and grasped it carefully, thinking that this was some sort of prank or dare the bitch princess got her to do, but she pulled me off the ground quickly and kindly before smiling down at me. "Thanks." I told her quietly. It wasn't a whisper, but it was pretty damn close.

She nodded before walking towards my sister. They started chatting up like long lost friends.

I walked into my room without really thinking. I should probably start reading that new book of dark poetry that mom got me at the mall a week ago. She'll be offended if I don't read it at all.

I sat on my bed and looked around my room. It was the only room in my house that was excruciatingly empty of all colours. The void room. That's what I liked to call it, although Bitch girl thought that other things such as "the Gothic whore's room" and "The ugly Goth bitch's room". It's not like I don't deserve the entire "gothic" nickname, because I totally did. The rooms had black walls with white paint splatters thrown in the most random matter possible. The carpet was black, my bed frame was black, the bedspread and sheets were white with grey skulls, my curtains were ripped and black, my wardrobe with the dresser doors with mirrors was completely black, my floor-to-ceiling bookcase was white and my desks were all black with white stripes or white with black striped (I have 2 of them; One for my computer and one for writing.)

I slipped off of my bed and reached for the book of poetry off my shelf. Reading was one of the very few activities him and agreed on, because of his natural lack of liking happy things and because of my obvious distaste for anything involving emotions other than fear, hate and sadness.

Sooner or later, i was going to need to find help and a cure for my madness

Authors note: So this is the first chapter! I thought it was pretty damn good but whatever! The teen titans will be coming in laters, probably next chapter or the one after that! Anyways i hope you liekd this chapter! I'll promise to update soon if you promise to review!