Disclaimer:

This story was written in sequel to, "The Boyfriend" by R. . . L Stine. I own only two characters in here, and their names are Devin and ...that other guy. Alexandra isn't an original character. Please, read on to find out more. I promise...If you like JTHM, psychos, mental patients and revenge...Read this. Alexandra's name and this fic was inspired oh-to-much by the Danny Phantom Fan fiction, "Take a look in the mirror." It rocks. If you haven't read it, please do so. It'sIts dark and gruesome and the character even breaks down in tears. There's also romance. READ IT, but read chapter eight while listening to "SomewhereSomwhere I belong" By Linkin Park. Holy shoot it rocks. I'm obsessed with Alex Maphton! All the cool parts of this fic where extracted from TALITM. "Alexandra" was created on behalf of Alex/Danny in her fic, so they are henceforth so very similar.similier. This is basically a shrine to that fic. I

I also do not own "We're not gonna take it" by Twisted Sister, "Break" By Linkin Park, "With you" By Linkin Park (Quite a fan, ain't I?), or "How does it feel" By Avril Lagvine. O! And I also don't own, Gasoline by Seether. I wrote this between the hours of 8:30 and 1:30 at night. I wanted to put music in there, OKAY!?!.

Chapter One: Life's so cold

I woke up in a dream today

To the cold of the static

Put my cold feet on the floor

Forgot all about yesterday

Remembering I'm pretending to be

Who I'm not anymore.

It was dark. The monsters. They could find her here.

Please don't let them find me, was all she could think.

"God, please don't hurt me."

The bodies began pouring in; jumping and snarling, muscling each other and making jokes. The blonde ones; they where the worst.

"Please..." Alexandra pleaded her voice weak. Her knees buckled beneath her and she fell. She fell from the wall of the sewers into the green water. And the monsters laughed. They'd laughed and they'd teased.

No. Not again...

"Please!"

The huddled forms approached, growling and grinning madly...

"No!"

A sweat broke out on Alexandra's' face as she jolted awake from her lurid memory. God, it was that dream again.

She was sick of that dream. She was sick of it all. And now, here she was; remembering.

She brushed free a couple of sticky black hairs that had been bound to her forehead by unseen adhesive. Then something began to form; a muddied picture, once shattered, was being reconstructed in her mind...

No.

"Noooo!!"

She huddled herself into a ball, crawling onto the floor of her three room apartment. The wallpaper was torn, stained and dirty. The nineteen year old couldn't block our the screaming voice in her head telling her all these memories; as if reading them off a card or out of a book. She recognized her voice...

No! It'sIts not me anymore!

It was the voice, the snake like mousy voice of Joanne.

No. she'd left Joanne behind!
Joanne was supposed to be dead.

She was dead...

A little taste of hypocrisy and I'm

Left in the wake of the mistakes

Slow to react

Even though your

Close to me

You'reYour still so distant

And I can't bring you back

"NOOO!"

Remembering hurt her...

Especially now.

No. No.

Yes.

Its true, the way I feel

Was promised by your face

The sound of your voice

Painted on my memories

Even if you'reyour not with me

I'm with you

You! Now I see!
Keeping everything inside!
With you!
You! Now I see!
Even when I close my eyes!

A picture began to form, of a girl with dark curls. She was smiling. Her peach skin was twisted into a grin and her round, pink cheeks where flushed from excitement. Perhaps she had been running.
Alex used to like running. This, she remembered.

She didn't like running anymore. She'd been running to long. From herself, her past; her old life. She couldn't leave it behind and she couldn't forget.

The girl with dark curls appeared about seven years old; but the picture in her mind began to grow; Seven, eight, nine, ten, until the girl was 15 going on 16. Somehow, the innocence in her eyes was depression, sorrow, and a numb sort of hurt. And, as Alex also suddenly remembered—herHer name had been Mary. Alex's' best and only friends name—had been Mary.

Yes, this she remembered. This, she was sure of.

Her stomach made a stomach lurk as it tried to retreat into Alex's shoes. What? Why...

Everything began to make sense.

No. No!

Every time this story got any further...She couldn't sleep without it being from exhaustion.

Mary had gotten away with all she did to Joanne.

And Alexandra had just watched.

Joanne had pushed Alexandra into the farthest corner of her mind, where she wouldn't awake. Alex was every urge Joanne had ignored, every voice Joanna had silenced, every right that Joanne had wrong. Alex was the Goth Joanne never let loose, the homicidal maniac, the serial killer she kept inside.

But this was to freaking much.

The girl had escaped.

Mary had escaped.

Even if she couldn't remember what Mary did, it was something wrong.

Something dark.

All Alex knew was she betrayed Joanne.

And Joanne could not—wouldWould not—spendSpend another sleepless night remembering only to forget the next morning.

Waking to reality, Joanne—Alex— slipped in something like sleep, dreams of Mary and her past revisiting her. Tears prickled her eyes mercilessly.

She had never remembered...So much...Before.


I hit you and you hit me back

We fall to the floor

The rest of the day stands still

Fine line between this and that

When things go wrong I pretend that the past isn't real.

Now I'm trapped in this memory and I'm

Left in the wake of the mistakes

Slow to react

Even though your

Close to me

You'reYour still so distant

And I can't bring you back,

No.

Tomorrow would be better. It would be better!

Hell, why couldn't she believe it?

No...It wouldn't be better.

Maybe she'd kill herself tomorrow.

Settling on the thought of a final sleep, Alexandra began to dream...