'What am I doing?' I think to myself as I walk away from the cave. 'I have someone to have my happily ever after with... I thought that all fairy tales began with love at first sight, and ended with true loves kisses. Why does my story have to be so complicated?' I think.

People all around me seem to get such a cleshè ending. Take Ben and Mal for example. The darkness will leave, and they'll get their happily ever after, Mal will become Queen, they will have two perfect children and die happily together holding hands. Or, another cleshè thing to happen would be for Audrey and Jay to hook up. All that "opposites attract" shit. I should be happy with my life, I mean, Doug is so sweet and smart... but he is too unlike me. What can I do about this...

"Evie?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you staring into space like that?"

"N-No reason" I answer Jay.

"You sure? I've known you for a hella long time, and I know when you're thinking about something troubling." I blush with embarrassment at his ability to read me so easily. "What is it?"

"Nothing to do with you." I say matter-of-factly.

"Ohhh... so it MUST have something to do with... Carlos?" He asks raising a brow and folding his arms, a smirk gracing his lips.

"Yeah.." I say absent mindedly staring into nothingness. I shake my head quickly. "I mean... uhhh..." It's too late to correct myself though, because Jay is already doubled over with laughter.

"Hey! This is not the time or place to be laughing! Mal is hurt, and we still have to stop the darkness from consuming them..."

"Evie..." I look into Jay's eyes.

"What?" I ask

"Tell him."

"Why?"

"From all my experience, I know that it's never good to keep something like this. Especially from one of your best friends."

"Jay... what about Doug? He is so sweet and innocent... He shouldn't have anything to do with me. I am basically a walking disaster. Carlos is so familiar, so like me. I could just work with him so easily, with no complications... and I guess I" I gulp, and take a deep breath. "Love him." Jay smiles softly.

"I'm not the one you should tell this to." I stand up and give him a hug.

"Thank you" I whisper in his ear.

"No problem. NOW GO PROCLAIM YOUR UNDYING LOVE!" He yells, and I shush him quickly. He pushes me in the direction of the stream where Carlos is, I straighten up, and walk off with as much confidence as I can get.

~~Harlem~~

What do normal people do when they feel guilty? They wallow in self-pity instead of getting off their asses and fixing it. I am no different. I guess I do feel guilty about Mal. I don't know where it's coming from, and frankly, it's kind of disturbing. What would my father say if he knew I felt guilty about doing something to please myself? That dream really unsettled me, and I wonder what it meant. The dream, I think, was a metaphor for closing out my fears for so long, but you can hold back only so many at a time. Eventually, something will get past your doors, and jumpscare the shit out of you.

On the island, we have only punk, metal, and rock bands. I can hear one of the more known bands, called 'My Chemical Romance', playing a song near my hideout.

"They gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books, to make a citizen out of you" I'm not a citizen, I'm a criminal.

"Because they sleep with a gun, and keep an eye on you son, so they can watch all things you do." I can see why they would watch me with a gun aimed at my heart... I'm a monster. Tears prick my eyes, but I blink them back, thinking about all the wrong I've done to avenge my father... to continue what he wanted to do in Arendelle.

"Because the drugs never work, they're gonna give you a smirk, cuz they got methods of keeping you clean" It's true, the drugs never work. No matter how many drugs I take, even if most of them are island made, nothing ever helps the aching in my brain, or the stabbing in my heart.

"They gonna rip up your head, your aspirations to shreds, another cog in the murder machine"

"They say all teenagers scare, the living shit out of me. They could care less, as long as someone will bleed,

"So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose, maybe they'll leave you alone but not me." True. I see what is wrong with me. I am a monster, but I can fix my ways. I can fix Mal. She won't forgive me, but I can make myself better anyway. Now I'm not going to wallow in self-pity anymore. I'm going to stand up and do something about my life. I will be better than my father.

(Song above is Teenagers by My Chemical Romance) WHOOOO! Chapter! I wrote this on vacation! This may have been one of the most important chapters so far, as it built on some of the other characters' personalities. If you were wondering, the person's dream was Harlem's, and the game it was based on was Five Nights At Freddy's 4 in the last chapter. NO ONE GUESSED HARLEM! I thought that it was obvious. I never planned for Harlem to become better, but I think that.. (This will blow your mind) this character has a mental disease. Harlem is so sick and twisted, I thought about how crazy I made him, and I feel that his character should have a disease that causes craziness, that was passed down from his father. He doesn't necessarily WANT to do some of the things he did, but he does them anyway. He did want to rape Mal though. Anyway, on a lighter note, EVIE WANTS CARLOS! YESSS! I love myself! I read A LOT of Danisnotonfire fanfiction, (only the best youtuber ever) NOT PHAN! ONLY DANXOC! Anyway, I've noticed how the couples come together so fast, mostly around the second chapter. I like to let the relationship build, and I hate it when the two characters just meet, and Dan says "I know we just met, but will you be my girlfriend?" In the second chapter. It is so annoying. (This is such a long author's note, but I just have a lot to say.) in other news, I have an Instagram! It's X_ _X if you're interested in following me. I HAVE A TUMBLR! It's valagator, or the blog name is _Phanatic_. I also have a twitter, which is _valagator_. In other news...

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