WARNING: TRIGGER TRIGGER TRIGGER.
IF YOU FOUND CHAPTER THREE HARD TO READ THROUGH, THIS WILL NOT BE BETTER.

IMPORTANT NOTES
1. Spectra's powers are devastating in a real world setting. They're much akin to a dementor in how a person has their happiness sucked away but far more damaging. Spectra is a psychologist and instead of trying to build people up, she tears them down. Because her powers will make sure that any small seed of doubt flourishes, she doesn't even have to be subtle. She just has to prod for a single chink in your armor and once she finds it, you're done for.

In a real high school where there are depressed students, this would be beyond disastrous.

This is also important because of how it works its way into their minds. It warps a person's thoughts and once you're in a dark place, extra influence subsiding or not, it's a hard f*cking climb to get yourself back out.

2. Why is Danny not effected like this? He has a lot of stress!
Well, not really. At this point, his main points of stress are keeping his secret, fighting ghosts, homework, and his social life. He's yet to encounter Walker, Vlad, the Guys in White, the Red Huntress, Dan - all his biggest sources of stress. Yes, he's got a lot on his plate, but nothing has ever shattered his self-confidence.

Bertrand (Spectra's assistant) asks at one point why she's 'wasting her time on him' and she answers that he's like a spa treatment. I interpret this as Danny generally being beneath Spectra's notice - compared to someone already depressed who would be a buffet. Danny is worth taking note of because he's a halfa and has been stopping ghosts from causing trouble. It's good to throw him off his game.

When you look at someone who has questioned their very self worth, the amount of damage isn't even comparable.

THIS STORY WAS MARKED ANGST FOR A REASON. THIS CHAPTER IS HARD. I KNOW IT IS. BEAR WITH ME. I SWEAR, THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THIS TUNNEL.


Star settled into the lightly padded chair in front of the desk of the new school councilor. The room was chilly, but not terrible. Apparently, Doctor Penelope Spectra was an expert on teen psychology and had been brought in to help lower the stress level. Star thought it was a good idea but doubted it would help much. These were ghost attacks, not peer pressure. Still, it was nice of staff to try.

Everyone was required a preliminary meeting with Dr. Spectra so she could see how they were. Just a meet and greet to 'check in'.

Spirits were high since the football team had made it to the state finals (despite a few disastrous home games) and they were hoping to take the title. There was going to be a huge rally on Friday which got the whole school out of afternoon classes. Star was looking forward to it.

A woman in a red mini-suit came in introducing herself with a cheery, 'You can call me Spectra.'

Star evaluated the mini skirt and while the woman was stylish, she found the classy yet comfortable style of Tara a lot more fitting for a psychologist. In fact, she liked everything about Tara better then 'Spectra'.

"So, I've read your file and I just wanted to ask about this one little thing. How was your trip to rehab?" Star frowned but the woman simply carried on. "I know it's not what you want to talk about but it's listed in your medical records and I just want to know that everything is alright now."

Eyes narrowed, the blonde nodded slightly. It seemed fair enough. Her trip to rehab would be in her records even if it wasn't specified why and the woman was a psychologist. "I had an eating disorder. I went to rehab and got better. Everything's good."

The answer was short and sweet and apparently, completely unsatisfactory to the woman. "I'm so sorry to hear that dear. Was it boy troubles? I've seen such things time and again while helping troubled teens like yourself."

"I am not a 'troubled teen'. I went to rehab, got help, and I know who I am." Star glared. Oh, she did not like this woman. Not one bit.

"I didn't mean to imply something about you; I just find that all teens are troubled in some way. Your boyfriend, Kwan Rivers, for instance."

Alarms went off in Star's head. This wasn't a group session. Shouldn't these things be private? But, "What do you mean something is troubling Kwan?"

"Oh, no no. I'm not trying to make assumptions. He just seems a bit, weak willed. Lost. He's always so desperate to make others happy, it makes one wonder if he has a will of his own. He must be so lonely to work so hard for acceptance."

Star felt ice water trickle down her spine. No. It wasn't like that. Kwan wasn't like that. He didn't try for people's acceptance, he was just genuinely kind and friendly. But she couldn't shake it. Kwan spent so much time listening to everything she said and doing what she wanted. Was she taking his free will?

No. It was a good relationship. Star knew who she was and Kwan knew who he was. There wasn't a need for questions like this.

Right?

She steeled herself and refused to let her inner doubt show on her face. She'd ask Kwan later. They were ok. "I'm sure you're mistaken. Kwan would tell me if something were wrong."

"I'm sure he just doesn't want to trouble you dear. Love is such a precious thing, especially to lonely people. I'm sure you're his precious lifeline."

Star forced a deep breath, slowly, fighting against the rock settling in her stomach. Jake.

No. She was no one's lifeline. Kwan wouldn't put her in that position. He wouldn't. He'd tell her, he'd-

She was being led out with Spectra's arm gently around her shoulder. When had that happened? Was the session over already? It must be, right? "It's alright dear. How about we have another chat tomorrow, alright? I'm sure everything will be just fine."

Star drifted through her last class of the day trying to push the clinging doubt from her mind. Kwan couldn't possibly be so dependent on her. He was his own person and obeying her whims and listening to her made him happy. He wasn't lonely. He had siblings and parents and Dash and Paulina. People genuinely liked him because he was simply a nice guy. He had no reason to be lonely. He didn't need her like that.

He didn't need her.

The thought hit her like a wave; knocking her over and attempting to drag her out to sea. It couldn't be. It just couldn't. Star knew better. She knew.

She walked home alone (Kwan and Dash would have practice every afternoon this week in preparation for the big game.) Paulina was surely leading the cheer squad, having made vice captain last month. A freshman making it that high was astounding but that was Paulina. Always on top. Star didn't want to see her either. She was so perfect and Star was...

Maybe she'd like to see Dash. But that wouldn't do for the same reason she couldn't see Kwan.

No, at the moment, being alone was best. Entering her home, she noticed that usual tranquility that meant her parents weren't there. What normally gave her a sense of peace and independence felt suddenly isolating and cold. She didn't want to be alone.

Heading to her room, she put on her playlist for bad days before facing the mirror. When she'd gotten back from rehab, she'd had her parents replace the wooden sliders to her closet with mirrors. She wasn't going to look away. The left side was generally left alone, half covered as she never fully closed the right side, but the forward mirror was different.

Star used her mirror markers almost daily. She'd put up inspirational quotes, doodle along the edges, and on bad days, she'd draw herself. Just like that first session with Greg, sometimes she'd find herself blacking out pieces and drawing arrows to point out her faults. It was never as bad but, it happened from time to time. Everyone had bad days, right? Like that one song. It wasn't her favorite, but days like this, it reminded her that everyone had bad days.

She let the markers guide her. Red and black lines covered all her least favorite pieces as she stepped back. She took all in with a deep breath. No, she didn't like herself today. But that wasn't everything.

She resolutely grabbed her glass cleaner and wiped it all away. She started anew with teal and yellow. For every bad thing she had found before, she needed to find a good thing. It was a challenge to herself so that she never lost sight of who she was. Overall, she liked herself. So she should always be able to find more things to like about herself.

She stepped back again and breathed a little easier this time. Something was missing. She stepped back and reached over her head with pink.

Kwan loves you.

She looked into the mirror and reminded herself that all of this was true. This was who she was and this was her life.

Her chest eased and she set about clearing the mirror. All except the last words. It was a common phrase for her to have up and she felt like she needed it right now. She wouldn't be ruled by her doubts and her fears. She was better than that.

She looped purple into the top right corner, drawing out a new quote. Look for something positive in each day, even if some days you have to look a little harder.It was a fallback quote of hers but true nonetheless. This was going to be one of the harder times.

She doodled a bit more before turning off her 'bad day playlist' and turning to her homework. Tomorrow would come and she would look for the positive things. The positive solution. She wasn't going to surrender to a few niggling doubts from a psychologist who didn't know anything. It took time to build a relationship with a therapist. A school councilor was never going to be able to do that.

Star was on her way to second period (history with Kwan) when she was called over the intercom. Making her way to the front office, she was surprised that Spectra wanted to see her again. Wasn't that too soon? She hadn't gotten the chance to talk to Kwan yet. She wanted to know if he was ok before talking to the councilor again.

She took a seat and shivered in the cold. It hadn't been this bad yesterday, right?

"Star! Just who I wanted to see. Did you work things out with your boyfriend?" The onslaught left Star overwhelmed.

"No. I was just going to history to-"

"That's too bad." Spectra interrupted. "Or, maybe it's good. A relationship like yours can be very dependant."

At first having felt annoyed for the interruption, Star felt a chill as the psychologist went on. "Teens who are so lonely need to learn to stand by themselves. It's really not healthy for such a strong personality like yourself to take advantage of them."

"I'm... taking advantage?" She questioned softly. No. It couldn't be. Kwan was so happy how things were. She wasn't...

"Oh, my dear, I'm sure you don't mean to. Popular kids often don't realize they're being selfish."

Being... selfish? Was she... controlling Kwan? Was she taking away his independence? That couldn't be true, right. It just,- that wasn't how things were. She opened her mouth to protest but was shushed before she could try.

"It's ok. You don't have to let your guilt suffocate you. I'm just saying that it might be best for you to let Kwan go. Let him find himself without being stripped of his free will."

Star was being led out again feeling disconnected and lost. "Do you think that would be best?" She hears it as if she's in a dream.

"This isn't about what I think, it's about whether you're in a healthy relationship. I'm sure the two of you know exactly what you're doing."

The door slammed behind her coinciding with the clenching of her heart. She couldn't be with Kwan. This would never work. She had been so selfish and so cruel. Did she ever think about Kwan's needs? About what he wanted? No. He always said he was fine and Star just believed him because why shouldn't his life revolve around her?

She was such a monster. A self deluded princess who just looked down on others. Nate had been right in the first place. Thinking so highly of herself. Taking Kwan's free will. She was just like those monsters the others had talked about. She was a popular kid who destroyed the lives of those around her.

She wasn't even smart. Or beautiful. Or athletic. Or talented. She wasn't anything.

And she was destroying Kwan. She never let him choose what they were going to do. She never put him first. She just walked all over him because he was too nice to tell her to stop. How could he even look at her? How could he bear to be near her? How could he not hate her?

Paulina- Paulina would surely know. Paulina always had answers. She saw through everyone and everything and she would know if Star was treating Kwan right. She wasn't a monster, right? Please, she needed to know she wasn't a monster.

Forcing herself to move, she dredged up Paulina's schedule. She had English on the third floor. Ok. She would just find Paulina, ask if she could borrow her, and hear that she wasn't a monster. She didn't want to be a monster.

Pausing outside her friend's classroom, she realized she didn't have a pass. Not wanting to get sent to the office, she took a seat next to the door and settled in to wait. It couldn't be that long, right? She just, she just needed to not think about it. She was over thinking things. That was all. She was just having a bad day.

She buried her head in her knees. A really bad day.

Star didn't know how much time passed before the door opened. She shot to her feet and grabbed Paulina's elbow before she passed by. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words. They walked to the bathroom where Paulina started sprucing up her make-up. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"I just, Spectra said a couple things that got me thinking and I wanted to ask you... aren't you using too much make-up?" She frowned in confusion at her friend. The Queen Bee had never needed more than a dash of make-up in order to accent her beautiful face but she was caking on foundation like every pore was a pimple.

"I need to make sure I'm beautiful." Her friend answered and Star was struck by a horrible realization. She was being selfish. Here Paulina was, with her own worries and her own life, and all Star wanted was for her to take all of her attention and be told that she was perfectly fine just how she was.

"Oh. I see." Was the only response she could muster.

So selfish. So stupid. So arrogant, pig-headed, mindless, self-centered, cowardly, self-righteous, ignorant, stupid, stupid Star! How could she be so cruel?!

She barely even noticed her friend leave as she stared at herself in the chipped, unclean mirror. It suited her. But not well enough.

Almost without consent, she pulled a sharpie out of her bag and reached for the mirror.

She stared for a moment.

It was like the first art session all over again where she had drawn that small flower. She had a clip in her hair these days, but it all came back to that flower. A cover up. A lie.

Not this time.

Instead of blocking out the parts she didn't like, she scribbled furiously at the parts she did. Monsters didn't deserve good traits. Monsters shouldn't be able to hide in plain sight. Monsters shouldn't be looked at like Angels by guys too nice to notice they were being used.

She choked up and paused her drawing. What was she doing to Kwan? It wasn't right. She wasn't right.

Looking at her newly marked up reflection, she frowned in disgust and misery. Tears. Like people like her had any right to feel sorry.

With one last ferocious scribble, she stalked from the room, head held high, leaving only a mangled outline of a person and the word MONSTER as an explanation.

She didn't go to class. She didn't go to lunch. She went home. She didn't talk to anyone and was glad that her parents weren't there. She didn't want them to be there. That she was taking love from people so caring and wonderful was just-

She didn't want to think this way. It wasn't right.

Staring at her mirror, she couldn't find anything right about it. Purple letters mocked her about finding the good things in life. She didn't deserve good things.

Ferociously, she scrubbed the mirror with not enough cleaner and too much force leaving behind mottled streaks. She reached for the pink above her head before stopping. Kwan loves You. stood out like a sore thumb among the ruin but Star couldn't bring herself to erase it. It was a lie. But such a pretty lie.

Please let her keep just the one lie. Just for a little while.

She drew the mess out a bit more before she'd had enough. It just wasn't right. It wasn't enough. Pulling out the black and red, she paused.

No. It wasn't enough.

She remembered the Sharpie and how crisp the lines left behind had been. Permanent. That's what was missing. She pulled out a sharpie and then paused again. Her parents were such wonderful people. She couldn't let them know what a monster they had raised.

She closed the right door fully and looked at the blank canvas of the left mirror. She went slowly. Blocking off her eyes here, a shapely ankle there, eyebrows, ears, waist. Everything that made her look pretty. One-by-one. She blacked them out. They were just lies. Just pretty lies that were fooling everyone.

She stepped back and felt a certain peace settle in her heart. That was better. That was honest.

She turned away from the mirror and opened the right door completely. She couldn't let her parents see the truth. It wasn't right to lie to them, but they didn't know. She couldn't tell them their little princess was a monster. If they stared at her with hatred-

She shook the thought from her mind and focused on what she was doing. She cleaned the mirror, thoroughly this time, being very careful to leave the lie in place. Next, she took up her purple and looped up, Fall 7 times. Stand up 8. It was short and meaningless and didn't make her want to immediately erase it. Good enough.

Adding a few flowers, she left it alone. A good enough disguise. Just like the reflection in it.

She settled in at her computer and surfed for new music. Sad songs. Songs about pain. She just needed something to let her feel. To pour out this agony and know she wasn't alone.

Hours later she didn't have much success. The few sad songs that fit weren't enough but she played them over and over. She found angry songs about people like her and how much they were hated but not ones for her. None that could express this throbbing disgust for herself.

Noticing how late it was, Star felt her heart clench. Why hadn't her parents gotten her for dinner?

She forced herself to calm down. This had happened before. When Star was on a music binge, she often refused to go down to eat so her parents didn't ask anymore. That was all it was. They weren't disgusted with her.

Not like she was with herself.

She looked at the pink lie on the mirror. It was such a beautiful lie. Just for a moment, she wanted to believe it. Star put on her favorite song, the song that reminded her how much she missed him every time she was sad and lonely and curled up on her bed.

The song was on repeat as she stared at the lie, lit only by the over bright computer screen. She didn't notice at first when the tears started but once they did, they wouldn't stop. They just wouldn't stop. She tried to tell them that monsters weren't supposed to cry but she couldn't stop and oh god-

She just - She just wished Kwan was here. Oh god how she wished he were here.

Star buried her head in her pillow (how much worse would she be if she woke up her parents?) and tried to stifle her sobs. She wished so badly that he was here and that everything was good.

She eventually pulled herself together and turned off her music. Sliding her closet door closed, she stared at the revealed blackness. She sat on the floor, uncomfortably leaning against her bedpost, staring at the abyss of her corrections until her screen finally went black and left the room in darkness. If only her true self could be hidden so easily.

Star didn't know how she pulled herself together for school the next day. She didn't remember getting there or going to her first class. All she knew was that Kwan stopped her in the hall before history looking like a lost puppy.

Star looked away. She couldn't look at him. Every time she saw him she wanted to give in. Didn't he know she was doing this for his own good? She sat down and pretended not to see the devastation in his eyes. It was for the best.

The aching in her heart disagreed.

Instead of going to lunch, she found herself outside Penelope Spectra's office. She was a councilor. She'd surely know if Star was doing the right thing. And it wasn't selfish, right? She was a psychologist; this was her job.

She knocked and was bid enter in that eternally cheerful chime. Spectra was so upbeat. Star didn't know how she did it. When the world was such a cold place, how did she stay positive?

Star hugged herself for comfort as she gingerly lowered herself to the edge of the provided chair. It wouldn't do to take too many liberties. She didn't want to be selfish.

"What brings you back, dear? Were you not able to work things out with your boyfriend?"

After a couple false stars, Star finally managed a small, "No."

"That's such a shame, dear. But you know what they say, 'first loves aren't your last'. I'm sure your ex will move on in time and find someone better."

Star nodded around the hollow pit that used to be her heart. Yes. Kwan would find someone better. Someone deserving of his attention. Someone who wouldn't mistreat him.

"Now, you just have to work on yourself. Recognizing the problem is half way to fixing it. You just need to cut out the worst parts."

Worst parts? How could there be 'worse' parts when the problem was who she was?

"Don't lose hope: just because you broke one of your toys doesn't mean you break everything you touch."

She found herself outside the office again and barely even noticed. Toys? Broken? Kwan was a toy? She had broken him?

She felt something break in herself and wandered to the bleachers. She didn't have her jacket but it didn't matter. How could it matter? She hugged herself to shield herself from the cold just as much as she was trying to hold herself together.

Was that it? She had just used Kwan like a toy and broke him? She had-

She broke everything she touched. If she didn't, she certainly didn't help. She never helped Paulina feel better. She never made Dash feel ok about being gay. She didn't help anyone.

She had certainly never helped Jake.

Was it- Was it because of her. Did she break him? Was that her fault, too? Did she break him just as much as Shauna? Was she part of the problem?

Star didn't know how she found herself at the office supply store, but looking at the bright red sharpie in hand, she knew she needed it. She need to mark the truth. Thanking herself for not leaving behind her wallet in her haze this morning, she took the marker home.

It wasn't enough. None of it was enough.

Nearly possessed, she slid the front mirror over and pulled off the red cap with a small 'pop'.

She started with the basics of what was wrong with her. She wrote the problems and drew the arrows before moving on to the less physical problems. How she broke everyone. How she was so selfish. How self centered. How arrogant. Self important. Undeserving. Overstated. Pompous.

Deceitful.

She took the red and painted her bad parts to exaggerate them too. She took the marker to her eyes and scribbled again and again and again. So blind. She was so fucking blind. She just didn't know anything! What kind of monster was she that she convinced herself she was some kind of perfect being!? So stupid. Stupid! Stupid! Hateful! Deceitful! Monster!

She paused in her frenzy.

Monster. That's what she was. Monster. She wrote the word with the now flattened tip. Monster. Not dark enough. Monster. She wrote it again. Monster. She pulled out the black. Monster. Red. Monster. Black. Monster. Red. Black. Red. Black. Red Black Red BlackRedBlackREDBLACKREDBLACK

NOT ENOUGH!

She scratched furiously all around the word trying to make it bolder and sharper. It wasn't enough. It could never be true enough.

She broke people.

She broke Jake and she broke Kwan and she only hoped it wasn't too late for Paulina and Dash. She broke everything.

Out of steam, she stepped back with the ruined markers loosely dangling in her grip. The mirror was covered and screamed loud enough for every word she wouldn't say out loud. This was what she was. This was the monster.

She didn't care that the markers might stain her carpet as they fell from her grip. She didn't care that she was supposed to be at school. She didn't care.

An indeterminate amount of time later, she picked up the sharpies, capped them, and put them mechanically on the desk. She covered up the mirror and went to pull out her homework. She could at least do something right. Well, she could at least try.

Where was her backpack? She looked around before mentally retracing her steps. She took it to school, right? But where was it now. Did she have it at the store? No, she didn't think she did. It must still be at school. Now she couldn't even try to do her work. How worthless.

Resigning herself to the waste of space that she was, she put on the 'sad' playlist she had started compiling yesterday. She couldn't face her parents. There was nothing worth showing them.

She didn't have the energy to search for new songs. She didn't have the energy to do anything.

The day passed in a haze and uneasy dreams made for a restless night. She felt like she hadn't slept at all when her alarm went off.

She didn't go to school.

Star didn't do much of anything.

Her stomach contracted and she dazedly wondered when she'd last eaten. Had she had breakfast before she went to school yesterday? She didn't remember.

She wasn't worth it.

She sat on the floor in front of her mirror and doodled on the 'truth' side. Just little bits and pieces. Small daggers aimed at her knees. Bow and arrows aimed higher. Black vines of red flowers framed the bottom - she wasn't much of an artist.

She stared at the flowers and remembered her very first time drawing on a mirror. She located Deceitful, pushed up to her knees, and carefully drew a small flower. Just like that first one. The mask that was all Kwan saw. The lie.

She moved back and looked at the 'good' mirror. The one her parents would see. She looked at the pretty pink lie and let herself yearn. She had just wanted to be good enough for him. Deserving of the adoration he piled on her. but that wasn't right.

The whole relationship wasn't right.

It wasn't supposed to work that way. She was taking advantage of him. Over and over. She broke him.

Star cried the few tears she had left before sitting in a daze.

How long was it? Star didn't know. She couldn't tell and she didn't care. She was a monster. Just a sick, twisted monster. What a monster!

She picked herself up and almost banged on the mirror. No. Shattering the truth wouldn't erase it. She needed it to be there. She needed the proof of what she was.

It was crushing her. The guilt, the lies, the pain she had caused; she wondered if Jake had felt this crushed.

Jake.

Her attention snapped to the vanity. Jake had tried to forget. Jake had left her something to help her forget. She could forget everything. She didn't have to feel the pain. (She deserved the pain.)

She could run away and forget.

The wooden drawer grated as she pulled it open. The small octagonal tin was cold, the lid lifted off without fanfare, and the bag crinkled as she removed it from its small prison.

She could forget.

Star considered the bag in her hand. She didn't know how to take drugs. You were supposed to snort it, right? She didn't even know what drug this was. Should she eat it? You should only take a little, right? How much was this? How much of it was 'a little'?

She poured a small amount onto the vanity before replacing the bag. It was just a little, right? Would this be enough to forget?

Star didn't want to take the drugs. She didn't want any of this to be true.

But it was.

Star looked at the pretty pink lie on her mirror and allowed herself a moment of weakness. If it wasn't a lie... If it could possibly be true...

She dialed by heart and waited. One Ring. Two R-

"Star? Is that you? Are you ok? You didn't come to school today."

Star felt relief followed by guilt at the hope and concern in his gentle voice. How could she ever have thought she deserved this?

But, if it was real...

"Star?" he tried prompting.

"Help me."

She put the phone down and thought she heard him yelling her name on the far end. How self deluded. Thinking she was that important. She walked trance like to her computer and played their song.

If it were real, maybe he would be here. Maybe. Maybe she could have a nice dream where he loved her and she wasn't a monster. She stared at the black and red figure that overlaid her image. Maybe in her dream, that didn't have to be real either.

How much had it taken for Jake to fall asleep?

Star was sure she wasn't taking that much. Had Jake given her enough? She didn't know. She sat at her vanity and stared at the small pile of white powder. How was she supposed to do this. They did something with credit cards in the movies, right? And snorting with hundred dollar bills.

She was pretty sure that was it.

Star thought she heard Kwan calling her name and closed her eyes. What a sweat dream. Pulling out her wallet, she give a cringe of disgust. She'd been wearing the same clothes all night. She pulled out her ATM card and started tapping the white powder. That's what they did, right? She didn't have any hundreds, but any bill would work, right?

She heard a distant crash and imagined it was Kwan bursting in the front door and running up the stairs to save her. It was such a nice dream. She could almost hear him thumping up the stairs.

"Star!" he called and the door to her room was thrown open.

It wasn't a dream.

She stared in shock and awe at his heaving chest and the strong arms holding the door open. She looked up and up into his gorgeous eyes filled with concern and desperation. It was Kwan. He was really here.

She choked out half a sob before launching herself at him, her tears no longer silent. Oh god, he was here. He was real and he came to save her.

They collapsed in the middle of her room as she tried to burrow into his chest. She heard their song playing from her computer and glanced out only to have her eyes lock on the images she'd conjured on the mirrors. The red and black monster mocked her while the pastels shone in quiet defiance.

Star looked at the Monster and hoped to every power she did and didn't know that that was the lie.

Oh god, please let the pretty pink lie be the truth.

Star didn't think she could take it if it wasn't.

. . . .

Songs:

Daniel Powter - Bad Day

Avril Lavigne - Wish You Were Here

Episode: My Brother's Keeper