Sherri poured herself another glass of wine. She was beginning to find Dean's company very enjoyable. They didn't talk about Shylan the entire time nor did he mention anything about Mandy anymore. If he did, it was something simple. But Sherri was as patient as she could be with him; she understood that Mandy's death was hard on Dean but he was gone for most of her life, so it couldn't have been a shock when she left the world permanently.

"Should I even ask?" Sherrie said to Dean. They had started playing a truth game after two glasses of wine. Sherrie was on glass number four. Dean looked up at her inquisitively.

"If I don't like the answer I'll pass. I've still got one left." He shrugged.

"How old were you when you lost your V-card?" She asked almost afraid to get an answer.

"Well when I met Mandy I was probably around three. So I'd say within that last year I had lost it."

"Do you remember who it was?"

"Her name was Shelby. She was maybe 16 or 17 years old, a junior in high school. Tall, with long red hair that was usually put into braids. I wasn't the man you see before, not even close to this. So instead of just walking up to her to ask her out, I just went to every volleyball game I could that season and sat in the front row. I think she caught on that I was watching her alone because it only took three games for Shelby to come over to me. First she asked me if I was retarded or something because I was always staring. When I answered no, she took my hand and led me to her car. She didn't tell me where we were going so I just followed like a lost puppy because I was still in shock that she was talking to me. One thing led to a drink and then another and another and soon I don't remember anything. Very cliché, I know but that's it. I must've called Sam somehow without dad finding out because the poor kid showed up a block away waiting for me because he knew the area and I didn't know how to get home. Shelby had taken me into the woods and then just left once I was out." Dean said very matter-of-factly.

"Very cliché, you're right." Sherri tried not to laugh.

"You don't feel sorry for me?" Dean tried to act offended.

"You've had almost seventeen years of sympathy, you'll live." She joked.

Shylan grabbed her hat off of Kyle's bedside table along with her shoes. It was a cool night, not too cold but she snatched one of his sweatshirts anyways to wear outside. Shylan sat by the front door putting on her shoes. She glanced back at Kyle. He was asleep in the bedroom, unaware of her absence. The door creaked as she exited the house, but Shylan didn't care anymore. The breeze hit her face. It sent a shock through her body that kept her walking towards her destination. Her phone beeped a couple times. It was Jaime. They had been friends when she was younger. Jaime hung out with Kyle like they were brothers. The boys had been best friends and did everything together; including the many drugs they each did. The ones Jaime still did. He and Kyle had a falling out when Kyle had left the group and invested his life into something better for him than shooting up each day. Shylan turned down the alley across from the veterinary's office. She knocked twice on a door before someone answered it. He looked down at her and nodded. Shylan pushed passed the guard at the door into the house. It was warm because of all the bodies that occupied the space. There was a cloud of smoke preventing her from seeing more than about a foot in front of her but Shylan knew the house so well that she didn't need to see anything to know where to go.

Shylan found Jaime's room and flopped down on his bed. He glanced over at her.

"Hey Scars! Glad you could make it." Jaime smiled.

"Hey Jaime. Whatcha got for me tonight?" She asked him. Shylan had called Jaime to get some stuff for her school supply to sell. She couldn't trust Tony not to see to Callie and once he did, she wouldn't need Shylan. So Shylan went to the top and hit Jaime up herself.

"Take your coat off, stay awhile." He said blowing smoke out of his mouth. The other girl next to him took the joint from his hand and sat up to pull Shylan down next to him. The world was spinning around Shylan.

"How's our boy? Does he know you still see me from time to time?" Jaime asked a huge grin making its way across his face.

"No, he doesn't know. But it won't kill him if he doesn't find out." She answered. Jaime took the joint from the girl and passed it to Shylan. She wanted to shake her head but before any of that could happen, it was in her hand. Her judgment was clouded because she ran out of her medication this afternoon. The empty pill bottle was in her hand. She wanted Jaime to fill it with whatever he had that could help her but she couldn't get around to saying the words out loud. She took three hits before passing it back.

"Alright, Scars is back! Let's get this party started." Jaime said. He grabbed a little Ziploc bag from the bedside table and pulled out two pills and handed them both to Shylan. She held them in her hand smiling down at them. The girl was holding two different kinds of pills in her hand; a blue one and a white one.

"I just picked these up this afternoon. I'm glad you called too because you're the one girl that I always love to have try my shit. These are great. Told me if you take them both at once the effects are massive!" Jaime said pushing her hand towards her mouth. Shylan popped the pills faster than his hand could move and swallowed.

"I need my stash to sell." She said once the pills were down.

"Right. And I've got just what you ordered in this bag." He held her a gallon sized bag full of weed and a few grams of cocaine that a few had been asking for around her school. Shylan nodded handing Jaime a handful of cash for her supply. Her head started spinning faster. Jaime took Shylan's hands pulling her to her feet. They began dancing to the music that was playing in the other room. She shed her clothes one by one as the room got hotter and hotter. Shylan forgot the outside world as she slipped back into Jaime's world. She had always had a good time with Jaime even though it was clear he had a very abusive drug problem. Jaime was skinnier than she remembered but then again, Shylan hadn't gained any weight in years either. He put his fingers near her mouth and when she opened it, a little pill popped in. She swallowed.

It felt like hours that she was dancing for. Song after song, even long after Jaime had sat down with the girl on the bed Shylan kept dancing. The room drifted from a dark red to a purple color and back to red each time she blinked. She couldn't understand the words to the songs that played anymore or understand what Jaime was saying to her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto the bed with him. Jaime touched her face moving down her body towards her neck and down her chest. Shylan had thrown off her clothes and all that was left was her tank top. Jaime got on his knees forcing Shylan too and took her hands. He lifted them above her head gazing at her scars again. Jaime had always had a fetish with the bumps and bruises on her body. Before long, Shylan was lying on her back, Jaime hovering over her body. His hands weren't shy around her as they traced every scar she had. Jaime knew them all. He had no idea where they came from, but he could find them all without looking.

Shylan opened her eyes. She wasn't sure if she ever really fell asleep but she sat up immediately. Her phone was nowhere to be found. Jaime was lying next to her unconscious for the time being. She threw on her pants and a shirt she found at the edge of the bed that may not have even been hers. Jaime pulled Shylan closer again. She let him pull her towards him. Shylan put her mouth near his neck. His hand reached towards her mouth. Jaime's lips neared her ear.

"One more. This one is better than the rest. I can only get a few at a time they are in such high demand." She took this one from him with her fingers and put it in her mouth. The girl stood up but as soon as she did, her limbs felt numb. She couldn't stand or even move her body. None of her wanted to get up. Jaime lay back down next to her touching her body as she sat back and felt the sensation. His fingers felt like sparks on her body as her eyes closed taking it all in. Then it happened. She heard the voice.

"I'm coming for you girl. Soon enough." She suddenly felt daggers all over her body. Jaime's fingers had gone from feeling good to hurting her over and over. They dragged slowly over her body making it feel like knives were cutting across her skin. She tossed and turned until a scream could escape her mouth. Shylan screamed once scaring Jamie away from her. He tried to shake her awake but Shylan's eyes wouldn't open. She couldn't hear anything except the voice that played over and over in her dreams. Jaime's world was gone; Shylan had been transported into his world. It was a dark place but when she spent an excessive amount of time in it, it became a very hot and fiery place. The voice followed her as she kept running. The tall forest trees dipped down low into the forest. They were covered in fire just like the ground behind her. Shylan brushed any fire that touched her skin right off but not without feeling the burning sensation it brought to her skin. She screamed as she reached a wall of brush. It was taller than her and climbing it would be impossible. When she looked up at the top, the voice became a body. He started laughing.

"I've got you child. I've always had you. All you have to do is sign." He laughed. She turned around and put her back up against the trees. Shylan sat down pulling her knees up towards her chest as she let the fire come closer to her. The fire burned hotter on her skin until it was quiet.

"Shylan? Open your eyes." She heard someone say. Shylan moved her head back and forth. Her eyes tried to open.

"Shylan, can you hear me." Someone said. The girl began to thrash around unknowingly. She could feel fingers touching her skin to try and hold her down.
"Shylan, you're okay. Just wake up!" There was a voice she recognized. It was Kyle. Shylan sat still. She turned her head towards the sound of his voice and slowly tried to open her eyes. She looked past the people directly in front of her to find Kyle. He was watching her from behind a glass window pounding on the window for her to wake up. He had screamed loud enough for her to hear him. The hair framing her face stuck to her face. She turned her head away to see the ceiling. It was a bare white. She saw four faces surrounding her but none that she recognized. The girl saw one of the man's lips moving but she couldn't hear him. Her hearing was still going in and out as she turned her head to the side away from Kyle. She closed her eyes again.

"She's crashing. We need to pump her stomach." The doctor said. None of which Shylan understood.