BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. It's six o' clock and Krystal's alarm clock begins to sound. It's the only thing she hates worse than actually going to school because it reminds her that she has to go to school. Krystal hits the snooze button and stares at the ceiling for a few minutes before rolling out of her bed at the sound of the alarm once again.

A normal morning routine ensues: Take a shower, brush teeth, pick out an outfit, do hair, do makeup, get dressed, eat breakfast, jump in the limo and off to school. It's a routine that she's use to, but a routine that she'd rather be without. In the middle of her shower she reminds herself that "Only one more year after this. Only one more year left."

Krystal is mildly thrown off when her normal, mundane routine is interrupted. As she's in her room, buttoning the last button on her shirt, there's a knock on her bedroom door. "Come in!" she yells from inside her walk-in closet. Her father, Kevin Shaw, slowly enters the room.

"Krystal, are you almost ready for breakfast?" He asks as he walks over to the closet.

"Yes father, I will be down in just a moment."

Kevin could sense in his daughter's voice that something was wrong. "Krystal, there's been something I've been meaning to talk to you about. Can we just have a moment before I'm off to work?"

Krystal steps out of the closet and closes the door. "Of course father. What would you inquire about?"

"I've noticed, like at the beginning of every school year that you're charisma and morale has been lower quite significantly. I know it's only been a week of school, but are the same things happening as they were the last two years?"

"Yes they are father. Actually, it's happening more frequently and violently."

"Violent!" Shaw becomes angered at the mention of violence. "I want names and…"

"No father, I am not talking about the ridicule at school."

Shaw's face changed instantly. "Are the urges coming back? Are you taking your medicine?"

Krystal walks over to her purse. "The urges are more frequent than the years previous. I've been administering the doses that were recommended by Daniel, but it's no longer having an effect. I've started taking more applications with me to school, now; I'm becoming dependent on them." Krystal pulls out seven cylinders, compressed air application syringes from her purse.

"That's a little more than twice the amount that we started you on. This can't continue. I'm changing my schedule up today; I'm taking you to the lab."

"No! I don't want to go back there. Every time I enter those doors I feel trapped. I feel like I'm only there for the amusement of the other scientist and doctors."

"You would rather go to school where you do feel trapped and your only purpose there is for the amusement of the other student?"

Krystal sighs. "Even though it is very negative, I still need to be around normal people my age…so maybe I can…"

"Feel normal?" Shaw finishes the sentence as he hugs his daughter. He kisses her forehead and looks her in her eyes. "Well, I think it's time for you to head off to school then. Don't want you to be late."

Krystal smiles at her father's words. "Thank you father."

"Make sure you take as many doses as you need. Daniel and I will figure out why your condition is accelerating at the pace it is." Shaw leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. Opens the drawer to her night stand and pulls out five more applicators and places the in her purse. She places her thick, black rimmed glasses on and begins walking out of her room as she mumbles to herself, "Just one more year."

At school, it was just another routine. Krystal would exit the limo and people would yell at her. While she was at her locker, people would walk by and make fun of her. In the middle of class, while the teacher wasn't looking, someone would throw something at her face, knocking off her glasses. It was only the second week of school and she was already experiencing the amount of hate that she got the whole previous year, but something was different this year, someone caught her eye.

The new senior Daren King caught her eye but not because of any type of infatuation or attraction, but because, for some reason, she had caught his eye. She only had two classes with him, and in those classes, she would notice some random moments when he was staring at her. While in her Astronomy class, waiting for the bell to ring to start lunch, caught a quick glance of Daren staring at her. Instantly blushing at the sight of him staring, she quickly dismissed the feeling once she remember the other guys who did the same thing, who were all looking for the same thing. Daren was new, really didn't know anyone or anyone's reputation, so Krystal just disregarded him as another guy wanting to get into her pants.

She wasn't ignorant, despite the rumors you would hear around the school. Krystal was a proven genius. She was fully aware of how she looked and how if she wanted to, could be the most popular girl in the school and home coming queen. That just wasn't her, and besides, originally she didn't want to attract attention to herself because of her "condition" but the opposite happened and nothing but negative attention is what she faces day in and day out.

The bell rang and Krystal was one of the first students out of the room. She began heading towards the restrooms. It was nearing time to take her third dose of medicine and was already feeling the nauseating effects of not taking it. She was very dizzy and bumping into lockers and stumbling across the hall. People were pointing, laughing and making jokes as they walked towards the lunch room for the first lunch period of the day. Feeling like she was going to throw up, and not being anywhere near close enough to the restroom, Krystal quickly ducked into the music department's main class room and grabbed the trash can. Holding back her hair and with her head in the can, she began to see for the second time, her breakfast. Slowly lifting her head from the can, she wiped her mouth with a napkin from her purse. She rinsed her mouth out with a bottle of water she had and popped a piece of chewing gum. While the dizziness feeling was growing in strength, she grabbed one of the air compressed syringes, placed the cylinder on her arm, and pressed the button on the top, which forcefully shot the needle and medicine into her bloodstream. She threw her head back and relaxed as the feeling ice was running through her veins. It was a feeling she was use to and it brought her peace. If anyone was watching her, they would think she was a drug addict, the thing was, someone was watching. "Wow, so, that's what makes you so special…you shoot up heroin at school?"

Krystal quickly perked up and brushed her bangs from her eyes. Her vision was still blurry but she could make out that someone was actually in the room with her. She rubbed her eyes and saw that it was the newest kid in school, Daren King. "Uh…well see, it's not what it looks like!"

"It looks like you just shot something in your arm." Daren laughs as he stands up from the desk he's sitting in.

"Well then it is what is looks like, but not what you may assume it may be."

Daren stood hovering above Krystal for a few seconds. "I'm not going to bullshit you, I'm just curious. Why does everyone hate you?"

Krystal wanted to get up and run away from Daren. She didn't even want be holding a conversation with him let alone actually answer a question like that. But the fatigue that was running though her body was preventing that from happening. "That's a question that I cannot answer."

"Why not?"

"I am not those people. They all choose to believe something that has been fabricated. So, in turn, I can't give you a reason."

"Hum…I guess that makes sense, but your arrangement of words and you accent kind of make it hard to understand you."

"My…my what?" Krystal asks in confusion.

"You're accent. It sounds British. Is that where you're from?"

The questions and sudden shock at someone putting interest into her was too much for her to handle. Krystal was able to stand up and get her own bearings straight. "I would greatly appreciate it if you don't tell anyone about what you saw." Krystal's head begins to become dizzy again and almost falls over, but Daren grabs her by placing his hands on each of her arms and places her up against the wall. Krystal looks back at Daren. "You should leave."

"Actually, I was here first, and was in the middle of something." Daren makes a gesture with his head over towards the piano where his stuff is at. "So, if you don't want to be around me, I suggest you leave."

"Why can't you be like everyone else and just leave me to myself?"

The two stare at each other for a few moments before Daren gives in. "Ok. I was looking to grab some lunch anyways." Daren grabs his stuff and leaves the room, as he does; Krystal sits down on the ground and grabs her pocket mirror from her purse. She begins examining her makeup and hair in the mirror, not that it would matter, but it keeps her mind off of other things. She then notices that her naturally hazel eyes are a pitch black. As she stared at them, become anxious at what she was seeing, her eyes slowly went back to their normal hazel. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and began to cry. She couldn't have noticed, but as the tears feel from her face, and on to the floor, the carpet was burned. Krystal grabbed a tissue from her purse and wiped her face, which instantly began burning the tissue. That's when she noticed. She didn't understand, but she noticed. "What is wrong with me?"

The school day was over and everyone was getting ready to leave. Daren was at his locker as Mouse came out of nowhere. "So, we ready to head out?"

"Uh…yea, I'm heading out, but there ain't no we." Daren replied.

"Come on, give me a ride. That car of yours is pimp shit, and I need some of the ladies to see me rolling up in it."

"No Mouse…I got things I got to take care of tonight."

"Oh, you mean…" Mouse was about to finish his sentence, but was interrupted by another one of the "popular" crowd. "Hey Daren, the name's Michael. Me some of the boys are going to the DJK concert tonight. We were able to score some tickets and had an extra. Was wondering if you would want that ticket?"

Daren looked at Mouse, smiled, and then looked back at Michael. "I've never really heard of DJK, so I'm not really into going. I hook up with you guys some other time."

"Whatever man, your lost." Michael and his buddies walk away. Daren begins walking the opposite way with Mouse right behind him. "You're going to be at that concert tonight aren't you?"

"Of course I am. If I don't, then everyone's favorite Trance DJ who wears a mask would disappoint his fans."

Mouse laughs. "So what's stopping me from telling everyone that one of the biggest teenage music acts since Justin Bieber is going to their school to finish his senior year of high school?"

"Nothing, but no one would believe you."

"I could show them your tattoos that you keep covered at school that DJK is adamant about showing off."

"Seriously man, my parents have tried so hard to keep my DJ career, the one that they didn't want me doing in the first place because I was too young, on the down low. Now they got me Hanna Montana style with wearing a mask while I play so no one knows it's me. Are you willing to be the guy to fuck that up?"

Mouse thinks for a second. "Hum…yea!"

Daren rolls his eyes. "Well I guess I'm taking you home then."

"Awesome!" Mouse, in his excitement looks at Daren's hands. "Hey, are you bleeding?"

"No, why?"

"Look at your palms."

Daren looks at the palm of his right hand and sees a considerable red splatter on his hands. He tries to wipe it away but cant. He disregards it. "Forget it…come on let's go."

Did you catch that? Did you notice when Daren got that red splatter on his hand? If you didn't maybe you should go take a look back.

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