Okay, so. I'm pretty much over that flame now. I've gotten out all of my aggression and I'm ready to write!

Before I continue, however, I just have a few quick comments concerning my dear friend Lulu:

Yes, the word "retarded" is offensive, I apologize. However, what is even more offensive is the way you totally disregard my feelings and attack the way I live, (i.e. my religion, and before you say it, I DO believe in evolution because I am a Catholic, not a conservative Catholic, just a Catholic).

I did take your review very hard, yes. Not because I care that you don't like my story. In fact, one out of eighty-six reviews is bound to be bad, and I was expecting at least one, if not a handful. I took your review "rather hard" because you felt the need to make comments on my beliefs, and THAT I do not appreciate in the slightest. You do not know anything about me. You have never met me, and hopefully (no offense, but I'm not in a rush to shake your hand at the moment), I won't be meeting you any time soon. Therefore, I do not understand how you can justify making judgments on my personality and character, when you really don't know anything about me.

Lives are probably sold in the same place you told that other writer to get a backbone. (Yes, I did my homework. I basically wanted to see if you were that mean to everyone, or just to me; I realized I caught you on a very good day, and sympathize with all those who weren't so lucky). Maybe in your case, they'll just give you a life for free. I go to school too, sweetie pie, but they actually stress respect at my school. We're also taught manners, with a little bit of understanding and compassion mixed in.

OH MY GOD! You go to school? Why didn't you tell me??? Now I feel stupid. I'm sorry. That explains everything. I understand your flame now. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, if I would have known before, I would never have retaliated-you're so right! I'm wrong. Thank you, thank you so much for clearing that up for me…boy do I feel stupid! You go to school…wow…I'm sorry. That really explains everything! NOT. (I treasure my sarcasm). And I am not obsessed with Jesus Christ. It's called having a religion, and following it. Your little prejudice against Christians is really getting annoying. It's a world religion. Get over it.

I do not write crap. I write stories. Most people like them very much, as you can see by the reviews I receive and the amount of people who were likewise upset by your blatant bashing of me, (for no reason, might I add). As long as just one person was supportive of me, I know that my stories are liked. And I had more than one person who thinks you're way out of line. However, I'm not some arrogant jerk who thinks she is indestructible and that her stories will always be liked by everyone. I understand that you don't like my story at all. Basically, what I'm asking you to do, well, just stop reading it if it's that bad. Thanks.

TO MY OTHER REVIEWERS: do you think if I ignore her from now on, she'll go away? Let's try it, shall we? If she leaves a nasty review in response, I'll just delete it and act like nothing happened. After all, it's nothing to me. Not anymore. I've realized that she seems to enjoy getting a rise out of people by insulting them, so maybe if I take away that sadistic pleasure of hers, maybe she'll go and find someone else to bother.

One last thing, since she seemed so happy that the last chapter was for her, let me just say that although it wasn't technically a chapter, and all I did was talk back to my dear friend Lulu, THAT LAST CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO ALL OF MY LOYAL REVIEWERS, WHOM I LOVE VERY MUCH…hehe, love her very much…that's a good one.

The room plunged into darkness. All was silent. When I say all was silent, I mean that all was silent besides the blood curdling scream that rang throughout the house. It chilled everyone to the bone, and stirred something deep inside Rachel's soul-sarcasm.

"Garfield, stop screaming!" She said annoyed as he ran in the room screaming his head off.

"Oh my god I can't see a thing! Rachel! Rachel is that you? Where are you?" Garfield dropped to the ground and started crawling around, stopping only when he reached Victor's leg and started kissing it frantically.

"I'm so glad I found you! I was so scared, and it was dark, and-" Garfield began.

"Whoa, whoa! Stop kissing my leg and go find your little girlfriend!" Moments later, Victor cursed loudly as a book hit him on the side of the head. "Rachel, how did you hit me when I can't even see my hand in front of my face?"

"I guess idiots are good targets." She said shrugging, not that anyone could see it. In the meantime, Garfield had detached himself from Victor's leg and crawled over to Rachel's voice, standing up quickly when he reached her feet. Standing beside her, he regained his composure and grabbing her hand protectively. Startled by the quick change of the immaturity level of her friend, she allowed her hand to stay in his grip, which was surprisingly comforting.

"Um…where did Richard go?" Rachel asked, instantly worried about her brother figure. The moment she had said it, she wished she hadn't; she knew exactly where he was. And this led her to be instantly worried about another close friend of hers-her best friend, in fact.

"Kory," Said victor quietly, almost to himself. With that, the trio hurried out of the room, opening their cell phones and using what little light they had to feel and guess their way through the house and up to Kory's room.

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Richard moved as quickly as he could through the house. Even in the dark, he knew ever corner, creak, and floorboard almost by heart. He cursed Xavier in his mind. If that punk hurt Kory again….

The very thought struck fear-yes fear-in Richard's heart. Kory was his life, his rock in hard times. She was his love; she had always been his love. She was his reason for living, his reason for waking up in the morning and actually making an effort to get out of bed and into his homeroom on time. He thought about her every waking moment, which wasn't hard considering they were almost always together. She had become a part of him, as close to his heard as his left shoulder blade-no, she was closer. And he couldn't even begin to imagine going through the rest of his life without a shoulder-so what on earth was he supposed to do if he had to go through life without Kory??

This, and only this, went through his head as he pushed the door to her room open. It didn't take a lot of effort on his part-it was already open. The doorknob was broken; it turned all the way around in its little socket, almost as if to scream "I'm helpless" as it jiggled limply in Richard's hand.

He almost hesitated, afraid of what he might find on the other side. Almost. Propelling himself into the room, his foot crossed the threshold at the same time as the lights went back on. Kory was on the floor, lying in a heap in a small puddle of a dark liquid that Richard prayed wasn't blood. Rushing over to her and blinking back tears that came to his eyes, he had almost lifted her up when he saw her wrist adding to the now growing puddle of blood.

A pair of scissors lay but inches from the limp fingertips of his dying girlfriend.

Okay so. That was short. I'm sorry! But I did update! I should get points for that. Haha. Yay! My birthday's in eight days! Maybe I'll update on my birthday as a present to you!...wait…that's backwards...