The tapping made her opens her eyes wide enough for them to fall out. She didn't jump, but she gripped the sheets even tighter. A male silhouette darkened her window, and it was still tapping at it rhythmically.

".. Er.. Pandora? It's me." She jumped up, and grabbed the nearest object to arm herself with. Her eyes were still wide, and it almost seemed like her hair was standing up as a cat would when it feels threatened. The male silhouette began to fidget with the sides of the window, looking to open it. Pandora froze, holding her projectile tightly and her arm raised above her head. She heard a clicking noise, and the glass slid up.

"Pandora, I.. .. What's with the teddy bear?" It was Johnny, and he had found Pandora in the position to either throw a grenade or become a magician. Neither had happened.

She still stood there rigid, eyes becoming very dilated, and very possible that her breathing may have either quickened or stopped. Johnny managed to climb the window, she still hadn't moved, but her eyes were fixated on his movement. He walked toward her slowly, with his hands mid-torso.

"Look, I'm not here to harm you. I just wanted to come here, and apologize.." Pandora's face contorted, she displayed obvious discomfort. Her mouth had opened, however it didn't even seem like she was going to say anything. Rather, she let out a sort of growling, gurgling noise that was high pitched, then the lights in her eyes disappeared, and she collapsed. She fell backward, hit her head on the wall and crumpled into a pile on the floor. Johnny just stood there in utter shock, mouth ajar, rigid.

"Pandora! Is everything alright?" The door opened and Chrysanthemum popped her head in. She looked at Pandora, then to Johnny, back to Pandora, then glared at Johnny.

"Let me guess, you got in through the window, she panicked and worked herself up until she passed out from the stress?" He nodded.

"Ugh." She walked in and pulled her younger sister off the floor, and laid her on the bed. Her face looked as if she was just sleeping.

"Did she hit her head? I heard a thump."

"Er, yeah. I didn't push her or anything, she just fell backward."

"Well, she's gonna wake up with a wicked headache. Why was she holding Mr. Dastardly?" She picked up the would-be projectile. The bear in question was a regular sized teddy bear, he had a little top hat, a monocle and a tiny mustache. Johnny giggled.

"Er, I guess she was planning to throw it at me."

"Figures. Mr. Dastardly has been through a lot of Hell, especially when that idiot Derek came along." Her eye twitched.

"Poor bear, he means a lot to her. You'd think she'd treat him with a lot more care with how much he means to her." She dusted him off and placed him in Pandora's arms.

"Listen, I have to get going. Is it possible for you to watch over her and make sure she wakes up and is okay? I'd leave that up to our parents but.. they're on another planet."

"… On, another planet?"

"Sigh.. They're huge hippies now, I swear. They're bombed out of their minds on opium or some hallucinogen. They aren't bad people, just not fit for parenting. I practically raised Pandora myself, as to why she's so quiet is beyond me." She touched Pandora's forehead, and left. The silence settled in, and so did the uneasy feeling of watching someone sleeping. He wasn't sure whether to stay or leave, but he was asked to watch her..

So he plopped down on the floor. He looked around her room, she had a canopy bed with spiderweb lace draped over it, posters of makeup clad boys, and multiple teddy bears, some normal, others adorned with little outfits such as suits or dresses, with top hats or tea cups glued to their paws. The room, other than the teddy bears, was that of a typical goth teenager, decorated with skulls and spiders, a bookshelf of horror stories and bad poetry, boots piled on top of each other. He looked to his left and saw a small table. There was a picture frame, and the picture was of her, and the stupid 'Death Guy'. She was smiling, and it was genuine. She looked as though she was enjoying herself, she had her arms wrapped around him, and he was smiling as well, however his was a more sleazy, dark smile. Like he was planning to ruin her. He set the picture frame down, and flipped it facedown. He looked over at Pandora, still resting peacefully despite the fact she may have a concussion. He pulled off his little backpack, and pulled out a book.. his Die-ary.

"Hello again Die-ary..

In recent events, I've encountered a girl who is possibly not human. That or she's somehow broken. She doesn't talk, she doesn't make attempts at proper communication, she can't seem to cope with reality very well, almost like me. From what I understand, she seems to have been able to talk at some point, that is, before this Death guy came into the picture. Although it's none of my business, I'm curious to know what that cretin is capable of to break someone. He doesn't look like he possesses much power but I've seen the worst come out of small things. It intrigues me that this little person, insignificant to the human eye, has caused so much disruption in my life, thoughts of her cloud my brain. I'm not in love with her, I don't have feelings for her, my head is infected with curiosities. I have better things to do than to waste my short life fussing over some teenage brat. Still, Whatever it is I find, it had better be worth discovering.."

A few hours had passed. Tired of sitting on the floor just poking around his area, he decided to get up and snoop around. He scanned the bookshelf for something interesting, maybe a diary of some sorts. He had found a black book, with purple engraved writing that said "Pandora Snow" and it was bound with a black ribbon. He untied the ribbon, and marveled at how neat and kept the book was, no scratches, no creases or imperfections. It was if it had just been bought. He opened it and saw a neatly written passage on the inside

"This little book belongs to Pandora T. Snow. Please return if found, bad things are bound to happen to those who keep stolen goods."

Beneath it was a scrawled message that looked like it was written with a broken ink pen.

"I love you Panda-Bear! Lovers since November 7th, 2009!"

"So, they've been together for over a year, huh?" The first few pages were just drawings, scribbles of cats, crows, spiders. Sometimes they'd be diary entries about the day. Menial things. As he set to put the book away, he started to notice that her drawings were becoming erratic. The cute little kitties started baring teeth and claws, the birds had eyeballs hanging by the nerve in their beaks, and no descriptive entries, just scribbles of obvious distress on every other page.
"You can't make me."
"This isn't fair."
"I want to smile again."
"It's dark in here."
"Stop touching me."
"I don't want to die."
"Help me."
"I hate you."

Suddenly, there a torn out page, only half the date at the top. 'May 1'

He turned to a page with a neatly written sentence, colored a dark red. It wasn't Pandora's handwriting.. nor was it Deaths.

"No need to be scared anymore."

Author's note: Yes, I know that JtHM was set and released in the 90's, but since a lot of people break the laws of time when it comes to fanficton anyway, let's just pretend he's still in his early 20's in the late 00's. Mmk? Can we play along?