I am only ranting to point out that I am not in fact ranting.

Abby's POV:

I ran home crying, even though Eli was calling after me, leaving Morty at Clare's. I got home, or to my temporary home, and slammed the door to my room, locking it behind me. I flopped down on my bed, which was covered in dark purple sheets, which matched my walls.

I was only kidding myself for moving here.

I should've stayed with Char and Jess.

Hell, I should have let Scott kill me.

I'm sure nobody would cry one tear.

Not after I blamed Scott for his acts, which only got me a slash in the arm with a blade.

I looked in my bathroom, to find a razor.

It looked so...tempting.

I couldn't.

I had to.

My shaky hand extended to grab it.

So sharp.

And...relieving.

It could make all the pain go away...

"C'mon, Abby, open the door." Eli ordered. I unlocked the door.

Click.

Damn.

"Look, I knew he dumped you and he's a jerk and stuff, but you scared the living day lights out of Adam and Clare. They think he raped you or something."

Leave me alone, Scott.

C'mon Abs, I'm sorry it went down like that. You gave me-no choice.

I sobbed and buried my face in my hands.

"Just...go." I pleaded. He looked sympathetic, and left with a gentle slam of the door.

I screamed out in misery, and grabbed the razor again.

I could hear my mom scolding me.

Abby, I would think I've taught you better.

And even as a figment of my imagination, she was right. I knew better. I grabbed an old softball bat, and a couple glasses from the kitchen cupboard. Of course, I used the ones that were on their way to the garbage anyway.

I smiled to myself as I threw an apple up in the air.

Here's to you Scott.

I smiled as a seed fell on my cheek. I licked my upper lip in satisfaction, then grabbed an apple and bit into it.

Good. Riddance.

I grabbed my laptop and finished my story.

Scott...got hit by a car. Here I thought I'd be the one to kill him. I stumbled up to Adam and shifted my weight from foot to foot.

"Looks like I could use another boyfriend."

He smiled, flashing the pearly whites I grew to love.

"Good to know. Now, where would he be?" Adam asked suggestively.

I winked gently. "Let me give you a little hint." I wrapped my arms around his neck, and melted into him, closing the gap in between our lips. His tongue darted across my bottom lip. I graciously obliged. As his tongue collaborated with mine, I smelled his intoxicating blood.

The smell lingered in the air, being number one on my list of cravings.

I went in for his neck, and bit gently.

He looked disappointed, confused, then unconscious.

A tear slid down my cheek. He'd be okay soon.

Now, time to get him in real life.

I saw his name pop up on Facebook, and I anxiously clicked on it.

Abby Goldsworthy: Morning, Mr. Torres.

Adam Torres: Morning, Ms. Goldworthy.

Abby Goldsworthy: Um, can you meet me at The Dot in 10?

Adam Torres: Count on it.

Adam Torres is offline.

I sighed happily.

Then I frowned, because he needed to know everything. For us to be good for each other.

When I got to The Dot, Adam was there already, sipping coffee, reading The Goon. His face lit up when he saw me.

"Hey!" he said, giving me a hug. He smelled really good, and comforting.

"I-uh, you-we need to talk." I stated simply. He looked concerned.

I sighed and sat down.

I told him everything.

I told him I was abused by Scott, sexually and physically.

I told him my dad was an alcoholic.

I told him I had two scars on my arms, one for Scott, one for my dad. Both made by me though.

I told him I hated myself.

I told him sometimes I wish I'd wake up in someone else's body.

I told him I feel like the world's against me.

I told him I wanted to die.

And the whole time, he sat there, wiping my tears, a few of his own, and squeezed my hand when I said something really bad. I smiled gently when I finished.

I pressed my lips to his cheek.

"Thank you." I whispered.

Eh, whaddya think? Ehhh?