Spencer was thrashing around she'd crashed out while doing her homework and her dreams were of a different part of her life. She was looking on as Hayden placed the needle in her arm, it was like she could feel the fire traveling through her arm and then she sprung up. She had a sharp intake of breath and then started breathing heavily. Her father peeked his head into her room "What's the matter honey?" he asked worried. Spencer rubbed her temples before answering "Just a bad dream. Dad do you mind if I go for a ride?" Arthur gave a smile "I thought you might ask me that." With that he held up her helmet and purple riding jacket "it's late Spence I want you to be careful, I'll tell your mother where you are." Spencer smiled "I love you dad!" she squealed as she ran to give him a hug. "I love you too sweetheart! Be careful." Arthur closed the door behind him and Spencer quickly threw on pair or jeans and a tank with her long sleeve shirt and riding jacket. She grabbed her boot and helmet and took off to the garage. Her phone was buzzing letting her know she had a text. She opened it to see a text from Glen "Staying at Aiden's today and tomorrow. See you at church Sunday." Spencer sighed before opening the garage and hopping onto her bike. Spencer just sat there a minute while she ran her fingers along the design on her helmet. "Moonstruck" it was her favorite word and as of late the only thing of Ashley's she hadn't set on fire. Knowing how much the bike meant to Spencer, just not why, Ashley had gotten it painted and then designed a special helmet for her. The bike now said Purple Waves on the side in a yellow that looked like it could glow, the helmet said Moonstruck in the same color with a purple background. They were weird things to get painted onto things but when Ashley had asked Spencer what she wanted she had been adamant about the two words. Spencer started her bike and pulled out of the garage while tuning the radio in her helmet. She wasn't sure where she was headed yet, just that she needed to escape her house and the dream. As she zoomed through the streets it began to replay vividly she was at Hayden's house when some blonde has showed up and stuck a needle in her arm. She'd started convulsing and then felt the flames engulf her arm, that was when she'd woken up, or when it got fuzzy. She thought about why she'd named her bike Purple Waves not only did her favorite book say it but when she used to go on her trips that's what she'd see it was like a moon in the sky with waves pulling at her insides; purple waves they practically defined who she was and she wasn't sure how. She'd quit drugs 14 months ago and she'd never felt better but her mind had paid a small price, some nights she thought she was crazy the dreams, the random bouts of pain shooting through her. Her parents had kept her drug problem quiet and so had her friends but her classmates had an idea; how couldn't they? She'd been a Zombie their entire Sophomore year and the first few months of Junior year, Sarah had shown her pictures. She was gray the only thing that looked alive were her eyes and they were always glazed over. Hayden had been bad news but when Petra left what was Spencer going to do? Every time she talked to her mom judgment laced her tone as her mother would ask "Are you really still in moping mode?" She'd lost the girl she loved, she'd lost who she thought she was, she'd lost her grip on right and wrong; that's where Hayden came in. With her tan skin, her perfect body, and her manipulative mindset she'd practically killed Spencer. Her brother Clay had saved her and then she'd lost him too and relapsed back to Hayden and the drugs. But Sarah finding her at that party had been the nail in the coffin. She'd hated Sarah so much those first few months of rehab living and then she stopped. She'd cleaned up last October and never felt better, aside from pissing off Hayden and her drug clan, she'd been absolutely amazing. The dreams were back though and now Ashley was In them, Spencer suspected that was because of the dating, the making her jealous. "What the hell was I thinking with that bet!" Spencer yelled as she pulled the bike over. She pulled off her helmet and put her head in her hands "It was only a month and I want her back, I want to call her UGH!" Spencer launched her phone over the impasse "You know I don't think that's what those are made for." Spencer flinched, "What are y-" and then she felt someone hit her head and it went black.