"Here's your soup." Drew put the bowl on the see-through glass coffee table in front of me.

"I never said I wanted any." I sighed.

Drew sat next to me on the leather couch, "Then what do you want?"

"Some sleep is what I want. It's been a long night." I frowned.

"Then you can sleep over here." Drew told me.

"No! Just take me home. I don't even know why you took me here. You seemed pretty pissed after we left the restaurant." I replied, turning to face him.

Drew frowned, "I was never mad."

"You're lying." I stated, too tired to shout.

"Who cares?"

"I care."

"What I felt, doesn't matter." he hissed.

"So you don't care." I held my breath.

"No. No, I don't." Drew said.

The world stopped in front of me, like a cannon ball just crashed into the earth in slow motion. The bits of earth flying around like confetti, eventually flying towards the ground in clumps of dirt and soil, making a mess of the place. I didn't notice a tear fall from my face until it dropped from my face, landing on leather.

"You're crying. What's wrong?" Drew asked.

I ignored the question, "I thought you loved me."

It took him the tiniest second to figure out what I meant.

"I didn't mean it like that." he started.

"Sounded like you did." I said.

"But it didn't." Drew whispered.

"Yes you did!" I shrieked.

God I was losing it.

"Stop." he replied calmly.

I tried to run, but Drew reached for me blindingly fast, crushing his lips to mine.

"Stop!" I hissed, trying to pull away. Drew's grip only tightened.

I yelped in pain, and he loosened his grip on me, just the tiniest bit though. I seized this moment to grab his forearms and throw him over me. Drew landed on the coffee table, making a giant crash, sending shards of ice everywhere.

I made a break for it, sprinting towards the doorway.

A sharp pain appeared in my ankle, just as I was turning the door nob too. Damn it.

I screamed, looking down to see what had wounded me. It was Drew, his grip on my ankle-which was now broken- incredibly horrible. His frame was on top of mine, his face enraged.

"You tried to escape." he hissed, his usually brown eyes now a bright yellow.

"What are you?" I whimpered.

Drew hesitated, as if searching for answer, but instead brought his mouth to mine. But it wasn't a kiss. He was trying to force my mouth open, and he succeeded. My whole body went numb, my vision blurring. It felt like he was trying to suck something out of me. I don't know what. But I do know I don't feel like dying. At least not tonight.

I grabbed his face, trying to get Drew the hell off of me. When I did, I brought my fist back and threw it into his face. It stunned him, but still, I don't know how long the would last. I scrambled out of my cage and limped to the doorway.

I opened it, and tried to run into the cold night. Hm...maybe I could take the truck. I limped towards the passenger side and tried the handle. Locked. Again, damn it.

"Moon!"

I spun around, Drew was running straight into my direction.

"Wait! Wait, give me a chance to explain."

I backed away from him, realizing that I was standing in the middle of the street.

"A chance to explain? A chance to explain!" My voice rose.

"Please. Just come inside and I'll explain."

"Come inside! And what? Give you another chance to freaking rape me?" I shrieked.

"No! No. Just please. Listen to me."

"No! What idiot would listen to you? I mean, why did you-"

"Look out!" Drew shouted.

"Wha-?"

I could just imagine my eyes turning wide and looking like a deer's. You know, when you accidently run over a deer at night and honk your horn but it's too late for the animal. Or for you, unless the deer has giant antlers and you're driving a Smart Car. The force knocked me on the other side of the road, me rolling into the woods in pain.

There was the sound of rubber screeching against asphalt, making the air smell disgusting. I heard someone roar in a rage, the sound of a car crashing, making it go beep beep beep. I could just imagine glass all over the place. Someone ripped what sounded like a car door out of the car's frame. There was a scream, and the sound of something ripping. But it wasn't the paper tearing sound. It was the sound someone's body being ripped in half, guts and blood pouring all over the place. A feeling in my stomach told me I was right. I shuddered, glad I was on my side, not being able to see anything.

"Ugh." I whimpered.

Was I bleeding? I used my left arm to feel the back of my neck, discovering my hand was gone. I screamed, seeing a stub of where my arm ended.

"Moon?"

I whimpered, closing my eyes while I said, "My hand."

"It's okay. I have it here. You're going to alright. Okay?" Drew tried to sound reassuring, but I knew there was a doubt in his voice.

I didn't answer. I felt like I was gonna hurl.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay." Drew sounded like he was just trying reassure himself now, as he worked on repatching my hand.

"What happened?" I kept my voice steady.

"You got hit by a car. I got my revenge on that bastard." Drew snarled.

"It was an accident," I told him, "Wasn't it?"

"No, no it wasn't."

"Who...croaked?" I asked.

"Riley." he spat.

"He's dead?" My eyes widened.

"He is now." Drew told me.

"Here. Let me carry you inside." he whispered.

"Ow." I hissed as he picked me up in his arms.

"Sorry." he apologized.

"It's fine." I sighed.

"Close your eyes." Drew murmured.

The smell hit me like a slap in the face. All the blood, and ichor and guts.

"Let me go!" I shrieked, scrambling out of his arms and crawling back where I was lying.

It all went out of me, all the stuff I've eaten this morning and this afternoon.

"Moon? You okay?" Drew called out to me.

I stood up, slightly losing my balance after I passed my pool of blood and vomit. Beads of sweat built up on my forehead. I forgot that I broke my ankle. Fire truck.

I fell and rolled down a hill in the woods, ignoring all the pains in my wrist and ankle. Eventually stopping as I hit my head hard on a rock. I felt my wound, looking at my uninjured hand that had blood on it. I crawled back towards the rock, leaving my head on top of it, appreciating the coolness of it. I reached into my sweatshirt pocket, needing something to cover the cut from seeping more blood out of it. I felt something silver, I pulled it out. It was the broken crescent moon necklace. I gently put it to the side, laying it on the rock and keeping a hold onto it with my patched up hand in case I forgot I left it there. I reached into my pocket a second time with my free hand, discarding a familiar looking item. A handkerchief. The one that Drew gave to me the first day I met him. I felt the ivory-silk thing with my skinny fingers. I turned it over, seeing a manuscript handwriting sewed into it.

You are mine

the tip of a golden sunset

the lost petal I still treasure

the awakening of a moon rise

the one that keeps me alive

And when I'm not there with you

you need to know

I love you

From: Drew

To: My beloved Moon

"Aw." I whispered.

"Moon!" Drew shouted.

Drew slowed down as he spotted me. He ran to me and picked me up in his arms.

"Moon? Are you there?" he asked.

A smile crept upon my lips. My vision started to blur. And Drew's voice seemed far away. If I was dying, then I would accept it. Because dying in the arms of someone I love was all I needed to keep me happy.

"Moon." Drew whispered worriedly.

I felt the broken necklace and handkerchief fall to the ground. My whole body went limp, and my eyes were starting to close. I remembered when I met Drew, when he taught me what M and M was at that hell hole BlackWater Acres, or when he said he loved me, and I said I loved him back.

Did I love him? Yes. Yes I did.

"Moon? You have to wake up. Wake up." Drew's voice broke as he fell to his knees.

I love you. I thought

Darkness overtook me.