November 29th

I came home from school with came. All day I heard the whispers about me. People where thinking, how is that Massie Block? Where are her sweaters? Why is she back? I was asked that over and over again.

"Hey Massie, why are you back?" Was the question I was recieving all day. Not that I'm ever going to tell them " Yeah,my dad was a drunk and got hit by a truck while driving and was killed on impact,and last month mom commited suicide because she hated me and didn't want to live anymore." I had a few classes with Cam and unfortunatly almost all my classes with

Derrick. Everytime I have to introduce myself I see Derrick staring at me with an odd expression on his face. As soon at I got to the house I ran to my suitcase took out one blade and

went to the bathroom. I pull up my sleeve to reveal the previous cuts and scars. I close my eyes, enjoying the silence and slowly bring hte blade towards my wrist and cut. Tiny dots of red

blossom out and I can feel again. I can look out the window at the blue sky and forget about my life for a good 2 minutes. I clean up the mess and walk back to the room looking down at

the ground. I bump into someone and look up into a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

"Block." Derrick says to me smiling.

"Derrick..." I say, confused and uncaring. He hasn't talked to me since 6th grade. I used to have a crush on him, but him teasing me and making fun of me helped me build this wall that

helps me stay in my own world, no one else allowed. He just stood there staring at me.

" Why are you here?" I asked him while rubbing my wrists under my sleeves.

"I'm Cam's best friend, I'm here every day." He told me. Looking down.

"Why everyday?" I asked him.

"Just because." He told me. "Its nice to see you Block. We should talk one day." He tells me. I'm not letting anyone in. I am not letting anyone in. Nobody.

"Not my thing." I said and walked into my room. Leaving Derrick alone in the hall.

December 4th

I've been in Westchester for a little bit. I sit by myself and read or just listen to my iPod. People try to socialize, but I just brush them off. I like to be alone. Nobody understands, nobody

has the same nightmere everynight and wakes up screaming to a reallity thats even worse.

Hey, thanks for reading so far! Theres going to be ALOT more MASSiNGTON :) I'll post the next chapter or two tomorrow and I'm going to try to update daily! Sorry if this is slightly depressingly intense, I like it that way :) Its going to stay intense. Massie and Derrick will get closer, ALOT will happen over winter break too! (not like our winter break, the story's winter break!)

Please REVIEW! :) WOO!