A/N: Got inspired, so here's the next chapter. I decided these chapters are going to be short, but there will hopefully be a lot of them. After I upload this chapter, I have another one to upload, so I should have two up today.

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi, or the lyrics used in this story. Those are owned by Mr. Marilyn Manson.

"DEFORMOGRAPHY"

\THE DRUGS THEY SAY MAKE US FEEL SO HOLLOW
WE LOVE IN VAIN NARCISSISTIC AND SO SHALLOW
THE COPS AND QUEERS TO SWIM YOU HAVE TO SWALLOW
HATE TODAY, NO LOVE FOR TOMORROW/

"Are you high?" The dark haired bartender asked, widening her eyes in a moment of surprise. This girl didn't look like the type to do that kind of stuff. Alex would know, after all. After the blonde nodded, the bartender continued, face twisting into a look of understanding.
"What the hell did you take?"

"Mmm, cocaine, heroine, pot, choose one?" She smiled, obviously out of it. Alex shook her head sadly, realizing the girl was already getting deep into the scene. It was a true tragedy to see a girl like her get mixed up in that crowd.

"And what business do you have being at a bar while you're like this? Because there's no way I'm giving you any alcohol. You're already fucked up as it is." She stared at the girl, worried for her.

"It's okay. That's not what I came for. I came to see you," Paige leaned forward, tenderly touching the other girl's face. She stroked her cheek, audibly swooning as she did so. "You're so pretty. Oh so pretty. Pretty, and witty, and bright. I wish I was as pretty as you." She reached for Alex's hands, pulling her closer and attempting to kiss her. The girl pushed her away, frowning.

"We're closing up early, so get your butts out of here and come back tomorrow!" Alex shouted, trying to get everyone in the bar's attention. As they all began leaving, she scooped the drugged up girl into her arms, as protective as a mother would be over her child.

She barely knew her, but it was obvious that no one in her family cared about her, and Alex knew that feeling, that loneliness. She knew it all too well. Not feeling like you fit anywhere, feeling alone in the world, wanting to kill the thing on the outside just to kill the thing within. That along with the desperate need to get away from it all, by any means necessary, was a lot for someone to take on. Those feelings could leave you dead somewhere, cut off from the world, and no one would even notice you were missing. But now Paige would have someone to care for her, someone to notice if she turned up missing. Someone to mourn her. That was more than Alex had. In a way, Alex needed Paige as much as Paige needed her.

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"Where am I? Who are you? Wait, you're that bartender. Am I at your house? Did we...?"
Paige grinned devilishly, raising her eyebrows in questioning. Alex laughed, then put her serious face back on.

"No, I wouldn't dare take advantage of you like that. You were pretty messed up last night, on a lot of different stuff. tell me, how long have you been into that shit?" Her face was stony, her eyes unflinching as she gazed at her.
"Way too long." Paige said finally, ashamed. She knew it wasn't a good thing to do, she knew it was slowly killing her, but part of her enjoyed that. Knowing maybe she'd be dead soon, ripped from this world of hate she was living in. It was too much to bear.

"I'd like a specific answer. Then I can figure out exactly what to do with you." Alex replied harshly, not taking her brown eyes off of the other girl.

"God, what are you, my mother? Oh wait you can't be, cause she's dead." She answered bitterly, getting up from the bed she was lying in, angry.

"Hey, I'm just worried about you." The bartender told her, making her sit back down on the bed.
"You don't even know me." Paige protested, not understanding.

"But I want to, that's what matters," The raven haired beauty said sincerely, reaching forward and grasping the lost girl's hand in hers. "You really need to get some help. I'm here to give you that."

"But why? Why do you care what happens to me? I'm just a stranger."

"No you're not a stranger. You're me. I've been where you are," she stated simply. "Drinking myself ragged, doing so many drugs I didn't remember who I was anymore. Hell, I preferred it that way. I've been through all of that -- and more. I definitely could've used a friend back then, it would have kept me from doing a lot of the stupid things. So that's where I come in. I'm the person who wants to save you." Alex smiled.

"You're my Jesus." Paige answered, smiling as well.
"I guess you could say that."

\THERE'S A LOT OF PRETTY, PRETTY ONES
THAT WANT TO GET YOU HIGH
BUT ALL THE PRETTY, PRETTY ONES
WILL LEAVE YOU LOW AND BLOW YOUR MIND/