A/N Ok, I changed my mind. I really do want you to review, all of you. Please, just, please. Seriously, I see that 116 people read chapter 1, and 29 read chapter 2, but did those people really like the story? That is my question, so please, EVERYBODY, review. Even if you gave up on it 2 sentence in, please review. I really want to know what I should work on, and if you did like it, I am very happy. Please, if you don't really care, it means a lot to me, just put "I didn't like it. Probably because it is boring" and then I will review, saying I will try and make it better, and you have helped my writing. Thanks a bunch!

I always love to know when someone likes my writingErik's Chris, Christine06, liVe-yOur-fAntasY, bizzebie It really helps me go on with a new chapter, because sometimes I feel like my writing is very 2nd grade-ish, going on and on, but really I take my inspiration from Ray Bradbury, but sometimes on this site you just want to get on with the story. I just want to tell you, this story will fall out of the whole rape/drugs thing, and move along like other stories. Please help me to make this story great, because if I read your story, I ALWAYS review, unless they have 2 chapters a day, then I only review for the 1st one. I hope you guys liked my little Queen(A ROCK BAND, DUH) addition in chapter 2.

Thanks once again to my Betas, TrulySheena, AnimeGirl51, and Christine06, even though it feels like Christine06 is sometimes the only one helping me. Sorry about such a long chapters note!

On to Chapter 3(don't worry Erik has...issues...but they will be fixed!)

Chapter 3

3 weeks, 4 days, 2 hours, 8 minutes, and 24 seconds later

Christine couldn't believe it. He was there, the life ruiner. But she couldn't say she blamed him. In his eyes, she could see the same thing she saw when she looked in the mirror. Pain, hate, sorrow. It all became clear to her, he had just wanted other people to understand. To understand how sad he felt. But why? Why did he feel these things? It lies behind the mask. Beyond the mask. There is more to this man, she believed he said his name was Erik, than what lies on his face. It is what lies behind what lyes on his face, and what is that? His face itself. Not really understanding, but at the same time understanding it all, Christine realized something. She wanted off. She wanted off the crazy ride called life. She was about to throw up, and why? Because of this man, the one who is making her want to get off, but is the one making her stay on.

Erik walked past Christine, pretending not to notice her. Pausing a moment, he whispered to the young girl.

"My experiment with you is over. Pity, you could have been so different than the other girls, but you ended up the same, too far into insanity to come out. Your father is rotting away as we speak, and right now your phone is ringing, it is the police station. Your mother is dead. She died on her way to the hospital to pick up your father. I am dreadfully sorry. Like I said, you could have been different, but at least you survived."

Christine shuddered at the thought that he had done this to other girls. How many other girls, exactly? She also shuddered at the thought that some of those girls had died-killed themselves possibly, likely. Oh, the way he had touched her, made her feel special, wanted. She was 16, yet she was more of a women than her own mother, who may possibly have been dead, all her fault. Her father, sleeping in that hospital, all her fault. Her ex-boyfriend, resting at home with a broken leg, all her fault. Everything was her fault, now. The blood didn't help, the droplets were turning grey. She needed a new solution, the easy way out, nothing can help her, nothing, except maybe...

"Hey, can I have a joint?"

Silently sitting at a table in the corner with Meg, her best friend, and Ralf, her boyfriend. Her chestnut curls bouncing freely on her shoulders as she took a rather long sip from her Dr. Pepper. So bored, she didn't even think 2 times before going to dance with the first person who asked her. On Ralph's face, first a look of shock came. Once he realized it was nothing more than a dance, he went back to sipping his beer. If only he had stopped the young girl then, he would have stopped the whole tragedy from happening, and maybe have saved a life or two.

Smoke filled Christine's senses now more than ever, sending her to a world all her own. She couldn't control what she said, who she talked to, what she did. Soon she found herself

explaining the details of her rape to a 20-something year old man with a mustache and another joint, the twin to her own. The last thing she had control to do before she entered the grand world of natural high, was call her house to tell her mother she would be home late, only to receive an answer of nothingness on the other line. Nobody was home.

A/N Review please! I know it probably isn't as good as some of you would have liked, so if anybody has some advice, please tell me! I would be happy to redo this chapter, and I know it is short, but it is really a filler between the cutting and stuff and the romance. I hope you all enjoyed!