Author's note: Thanks for the wonderful reviews! I highly appreciate it!
I'm really into this story because it's a very strong, and very dramatic
plot. I love it. I just feel bad considering that I never seen shout and
she-bop. I'm just going along with the information that I learned from the
script for the three episodes dedicated to the three episodes.
I hope what I just told won't make you turn back to my story.
Enjoy!
Chapter Two
--
I'm a little paranoid; from what I've been through
don't know what you got yourself into
--
Paige lied restless and stiff on her cold wooden bedroom floor for hours. She stared upon her ceiling with her legs and arms scattered on the floor. Her broken floor-mirrors remainings sat lonesome on the floor next to Paige's feet, waiting patiently for it to be disposed. Paige didn't care anymore, she didn't care about keeping her room tidy, and she didn't care about the blood caressing her legs. She just lied there, alone, with distress.
She watched as her ceiling fan spun and spun on the ceiling. Her eyes started to twitch and soon she was dead to the world. She was asleep, dreaming about her current nightmare.how her mind envisioned the scene of the crime.
-- Paige and Hazel sat in the living room on the couch. Just talking about a bunch of stuff when someone offered Hazel a beer. "No thanks." She rejected the offer in a cool manner.
"How about you?" The person then offered Paige. Paige grabbed the Beer, "Thanks!"
Hazel made a disappointed and surprised look at Paige, "What are you doing?" Hazel asked.
Paige drank the beer all in one gulp. She gave a sigh of satisfaction, "Man, that was good." She giggled, " I want another one."
Hazel looked at her in disappointment, "I can't believe you."
"Haze, don't you get it?" Paige paused with a giggle. She pointed to a guy sitting over the stereo with a few guys. "That's Dean, I'm kind of.you know."
Hazel nodded. "Impressing him."
Paige giggled, "exactly.. Oh gosh!"
Paige grabbed another beer from the table next to her. When she saw Dean approaching the girls. She opened it, "mmm.this feels funny." She took another sip, "But good."
Hazel took the bottle away from her, "No. No. No. You will not drink a beer. Nope, nada, zip, No more."
"Oh come on, Haze! Be cool! Drink a Beer!" Paige chanted. Hazel Knew she wasn't going to listen to her, and she was going to keep drinking it till she was drunk and looney.
"Fine. Do what you want. If you get arrested, it's not going to be my fault." Hazel then walked away.
"Hey Spirit! Having a good time?" Dean laughed, as he was watching Hazel leaving the party. Paige took another beer. Before you knew it, they were upstairs.
--
Paige began to roll around across the room violently, as her skin began to sweat. Her cheeks turned red with fear while the rest of her was pale white. She kicked and turned as her mind took her further into The most fearful dream she had ever remembered dreaming. The word, "No" echoed repeatedly in her troubled mind.
Paige arose from the floor with a loud and painful scream to her Throat. She panted and gasped for air. "It was just a nightmare," she told herself. And collapse back onto the floor.
--
Later that night, Paige needed air, she didn't care for what hour it was, and she didn't to get out. Paige changed into something less revealing and something warmer. Then Paige left her home, leaving it empty with the haunting of screams and fears that occurred the few hours before.
Paige walked, at first, not knowing where to go. She watched the cold air blowing from her cold, purple lips. It felt like the winter, but it was only spring.
She finally found herself sitting on a bench outside Degrassi School. She sat just thinking about the times she had fun at her school. The Lunchtime Talent Show, The dances, everything was just a memory piled on the bottom of her current nightmares. Everything was ruined. That was a kid's everyday dreams. This was real life.
Paige jumped when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She slowly turned her hand and her eyes began to water when she recognized that smell she scented only a week ago.
"Happy Anniversary, Spirit." The person whispered. Paige closed her eyes hoping she was having another nightmare. She didn't want to ever see Dean again, as long as she existed, painfully, on this twisted world.
"What do you want and why are you here?" Paige whispered, coldly. She turned away; she didn't want to give any glance to her rapist's evil eyes.
"I'm here because of you Spirit. I want you. I missed you." He said, making Paige feel like he was possessed by the demons below like a horror flick.
Paige's body went weaker, she lost her grip and she let him turn around to face him. She still refused to turn her glance.
"Please, look at me." He whispered, trying to sweet-talk her into getting his way.
Paige didn't want him to win this time. She fought back, she wouldn't let herself lose and let him take control.
He got aggravated and annoyed; he forced her turn to his glance with his hand. Paige began to cry. He groaned and forced kissed her. He pulled her close to his chest and kissed her again. Paige cried harder and screamed help in her mind. She didn't want this to happen again. Never.
Paige took control; "Stop it!" She yelled in his ears. She pulled away.
He pulled her back, "Oh c'mon you little bitch, and I know you like it." He yelled, giving another kissed. Paige slapped him.
She stepped back, "Come any closer or I'll."
Dean began to walk towards her, "Or you'll what?"
Paige put her hands through her pocket; Dean walked up to her with a laugh and grabbed her. Paige lost grip of his hand and sprayed candy spray in his eyes.
"You bitch!" Dean yelled. As he put his hands over his eyes, and fell to the ground.
Paige couldn't help but feel so proud and happy for herself. "Self-defense rocks!" She couldn't help also but kick Dean in the crown jewels and run home. She laughed evilly at her revenge all the way home. She over-came her fear of Dean. She wasn't afraid of him anymore. But there was something still in her mind that made her feel empty. She couldn't think of what it could be...
I hope what I just told won't make you turn back to my story.
Enjoy!
Chapter Two
--
I'm a little paranoid; from what I've been through
don't know what you got yourself into
--
Paige lied restless and stiff on her cold wooden bedroom floor for hours. She stared upon her ceiling with her legs and arms scattered on the floor. Her broken floor-mirrors remainings sat lonesome on the floor next to Paige's feet, waiting patiently for it to be disposed. Paige didn't care anymore, she didn't care about keeping her room tidy, and she didn't care about the blood caressing her legs. She just lied there, alone, with distress.
She watched as her ceiling fan spun and spun on the ceiling. Her eyes started to twitch and soon she was dead to the world. She was asleep, dreaming about her current nightmare.how her mind envisioned the scene of the crime.
-- Paige and Hazel sat in the living room on the couch. Just talking about a bunch of stuff when someone offered Hazel a beer. "No thanks." She rejected the offer in a cool manner.
"How about you?" The person then offered Paige. Paige grabbed the Beer, "Thanks!"
Hazel made a disappointed and surprised look at Paige, "What are you doing?" Hazel asked.
Paige drank the beer all in one gulp. She gave a sigh of satisfaction, "Man, that was good." She giggled, " I want another one."
Hazel looked at her in disappointment, "I can't believe you."
"Haze, don't you get it?" Paige paused with a giggle. She pointed to a guy sitting over the stereo with a few guys. "That's Dean, I'm kind of.you know."
Hazel nodded. "Impressing him."
Paige giggled, "exactly.. Oh gosh!"
Paige grabbed another beer from the table next to her. When she saw Dean approaching the girls. She opened it, "mmm.this feels funny." She took another sip, "But good."
Hazel took the bottle away from her, "No. No. No. You will not drink a beer. Nope, nada, zip, No more."
"Oh come on, Haze! Be cool! Drink a Beer!" Paige chanted. Hazel Knew she wasn't going to listen to her, and she was going to keep drinking it till she was drunk and looney.
"Fine. Do what you want. If you get arrested, it's not going to be my fault." Hazel then walked away.
"Hey Spirit! Having a good time?" Dean laughed, as he was watching Hazel leaving the party. Paige took another beer. Before you knew it, they were upstairs.
--
Paige began to roll around across the room violently, as her skin began to sweat. Her cheeks turned red with fear while the rest of her was pale white. She kicked and turned as her mind took her further into The most fearful dream she had ever remembered dreaming. The word, "No" echoed repeatedly in her troubled mind.
Paige arose from the floor with a loud and painful scream to her Throat. She panted and gasped for air. "It was just a nightmare," she told herself. And collapse back onto the floor.
--
Later that night, Paige needed air, she didn't care for what hour it was, and she didn't to get out. Paige changed into something less revealing and something warmer. Then Paige left her home, leaving it empty with the haunting of screams and fears that occurred the few hours before.
Paige walked, at first, not knowing where to go. She watched the cold air blowing from her cold, purple lips. It felt like the winter, but it was only spring.
She finally found herself sitting on a bench outside Degrassi School. She sat just thinking about the times she had fun at her school. The Lunchtime Talent Show, The dances, everything was just a memory piled on the bottom of her current nightmares. Everything was ruined. That was a kid's everyday dreams. This was real life.
Paige jumped when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She slowly turned her hand and her eyes began to water when she recognized that smell she scented only a week ago.
"Happy Anniversary, Spirit." The person whispered. Paige closed her eyes hoping she was having another nightmare. She didn't want to ever see Dean again, as long as she existed, painfully, on this twisted world.
"What do you want and why are you here?" Paige whispered, coldly. She turned away; she didn't want to give any glance to her rapist's evil eyes.
"I'm here because of you Spirit. I want you. I missed you." He said, making Paige feel like he was possessed by the demons below like a horror flick.
Paige's body went weaker, she lost her grip and she let him turn around to face him. She still refused to turn her glance.
"Please, look at me." He whispered, trying to sweet-talk her into getting his way.
Paige didn't want him to win this time. She fought back, she wouldn't let herself lose and let him take control.
He got aggravated and annoyed; he forced her turn to his glance with his hand. Paige began to cry. He groaned and forced kissed her. He pulled her close to his chest and kissed her again. Paige cried harder and screamed help in her mind. She didn't want this to happen again. Never.
Paige took control; "Stop it!" She yelled in his ears. She pulled away.
He pulled her back, "Oh c'mon you little bitch, and I know you like it." He yelled, giving another kissed. Paige slapped him.
She stepped back, "Come any closer or I'll."
Dean began to walk towards her, "Or you'll what?"
Paige put her hands through her pocket; Dean walked up to her with a laugh and grabbed her. Paige lost grip of his hand and sprayed candy spray in his eyes.
"You bitch!" Dean yelled. As he put his hands over his eyes, and fell to the ground.
Paige couldn't help but feel so proud and happy for herself. "Self-defense rocks!" She couldn't help also but kick Dean in the crown jewels and run home. She laughed evilly at her revenge all the way home. She over-came her fear of Dean. She wasn't afraid of him anymore. But there was something still in her mind that made her feel empty. She couldn't think of what it could be...