So yeah, it's been a while since the last update, and well, after about two months to get the creative juices 'flowing' again, I now feel it's time to continue. Even if you are familiar with this fic, I STRONGLY suggest you read over it again, as, it's been a while.

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Part Eleven

The first thing I did was go up to my room. I was not surprised to find my room completely empty even though the rest of the house was spilling over with people. It was an arrangement that I had with Corbin, my older brother and only living relative. He keeps my room people-free and I won't call the cops, even when things get freaky. Kinky sex freaky.

I took my jacket off and neatly hung it on my chair. At home was the only place I'd remove my jacket. It was the only place I felt safe. ~ Stupid paranoia; stupid medication ~

I took the knife out of my coat. I examined it and found that it needed to be cleaned immediately, otherwise the blood was going to dry. I got out a special bottle of water mixed with a cleaner prepared just for this kind of occasion and cleaned the blade. I dried and placed it on its shelf.

I then stripped off Marco's gym uniform. It was bloodied to the point of where I would have to wash it at least several times. But for now, I tossed it to a corner in my room. I walked across my room to look at my cut better in the mirror. It was worse then I expected. The puss was... No, I won't get into it! ;)

Getting some disinfectant from my desk, I used a goodly amount just to be safe.

~ God damn crap shit- ~

"-FUCK! Ahh! Shit!" The stuff really stung. There was a knock on my door and before I could do or say anything, it opened and in came Damon. He had a tendency to just barge in.

"Hey Ams, Kate said you had came back from that place you go to during the day –school is it? ha - and I was wonderin'-"

"Ahh! Goddamn it!" I leapt for the cover of my closet and some clothes. I quickly put on a T-shirt and shorts, and all the while Damon watched. If he saw the cut, he didn't say anything.

"Forgot the underwear Ams." He said grinning when I emerged from the closet. 'Ams' is a nickname only he, Corbin, and a few of their friends were allowed to call me. Everyone else, if they remembered it, addressed me as Amias. It is Latin for 'loved'. I felt anything but loved though, at the moment.

"Look man," I said finally. "Just because you don't have any... dignity... doesn't me you can just barge in on people." By no dignity, I meant he wore the most flamboyant clothes. Like right now. He was wearing a real short red leather skirt and a tight purple t. He was a cross dresser. "Damn it Damon, I can see you fucking ass. That is not what I want to see right now."

He looked amused. We had had this discussion before. Hell, I think we had had it every Friday. He was a close friend of my brother, real close; as in intimate. So of course he came to all of the parties.

"And put that damn cigarette out! You are smelling up my room!"

Damon smiled and walked over to my desk. After taking one last drag, he threw it out my window. "This is new." He said, looking at some of my photos on the desk.

He was talking about some pictures I had taken of Craig. Photos of Craig taking photos, Craig at school, Craig happy. Damon is the only person who knows about my obsession of Craig, and I hated him for that.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely loved the guy almost more than my brother, but Craig was mine. I didn't need some other person going and ruining it all.

"You know," Damon said plopping down on my bed, and causing me to wince. "If I wasn't twenty-three and didn't have your brother, I would be on this guy like a flash." I also hate it when he talks about his relationship with Corbin. It was just something I didn't want to hear.

I frowned and tried changed the subject "So what were you saying before?"

He knew I was avoiding the entire 'Craig thing' but he played along. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to come down and watch a movie Martin made for class. It is supposed to be about how drugs are a bad influence on the mind." We both shared a laugh. It was fucking hilarious. Over half of the 'audience' of the video was going to be using these drugs as they watched it.

"Whatever." I said. "Start it without me. I had a rough day at school... you know."

"If you want to talk about it..."

"Nah."

"Ok," Damon said, a little disappointed. I knew he was trying to get closer to me so when he and Corbin made it 'official' I wouldn't freak out. He got off the bed and walked over to the door.

I sighed and flopped down onto my bed, not particularly avoiding the place where Damon had sat. The real reason I didn't want to go downstairs was because of my brother. He seemed to be drinking more and more at these parties and would just lash out for any goddamn reason. I know Damon tried to keep Corbin 'under control' but I hated sporting bruises because he got there too late.

I looked over at my desk and saw the new pictures of Craig. My heart fluttered. Craig was so hot, so nice, and so perfect. For the thousandth time I wish he could be mine.

I got up off of the bed and gathered up everything that reminded me of Craig. There ended up being a whole lot of stuff. I put this all in a backpack and set it by my door. ~ I'll come back for that later ~

I change out of the T-shit into something more 'party going'. I get my knife from the shelf it was sitting on and put it in the sheath. I had recently finished making that sheath I it looked pretty good if I might say so. I tied that to a piece of cord that would fit around my slender waist. I got my jacket off the chair and with my knife, set it down next to the backpack.

That was everything in this room, my room, which I cared about. I sighed and finally opened the door that led to the party. The music was blaring as loud as ever. I left my quite room to join in on the manic sexualized dancing. (A/N: yeah, I just totally ripped off Clone High there)

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