A/N: I have all the other chapters' drafts done, so just comment quick and I'll post quick. Two more chapters left! Comment! Thanks.

Disclaimer: Chapter title based off a My Chemical Romance song.

Chapter Nine

Teenagers

I was having a moment. One of those This-Is-So-Fun-But-If-Someone-Catches-Me-I'm-Dead moments.

I was jamming out to my iPod, on the sidewalk. I feel like such a lame, but its true. I was meeting the little gang at Marissa's. These days, the only places I seem to be are Marissa's house, Casey's house, the mall, the beach, and my own home. Nowhere else. But I don't mind. I don't want to be one of those overly-social girls who's everywhere all the time. I'd rather be discreet and just MYB. Mind My own Business. I used to be one of those girls back in Colorado. It was weird, the way Cam controlled me, you'd almost think he was my pimp or something.

Ugh. Okay. I'm supposed to keep my mind off Cam. It was a promise I made to Casey last night. You see, we were watching The Hangover in this room and I accidentally fell asleep and then according to Casey, I was screaming something about Cam and knives and speed dial in my sleep. I don't remember screaming, but Casey said it would be better for my health to get my mind off Cam.

I am secretly scared. I can't help but think of Cam. He's so manipulative, sneaky, creepy. He's like a drug. You know its bad for you, but somehow you let yourself get attached and addicted. And then, no matter how many times you try to get rid of it, it keeps haunting you and the withdrawal symptoms kick in, and then you're screaming in your sleep until your parent or friend or boyfriend sends you to rehab for it.

This had happened to me for Cam. When I met him, I knew I shouldn't be his friend. But somehow, I was lured in and suddenly he had pimped me out to be his girlfriend, and as long as I stayed his girlfriend he supplied me with the drug I needed most- him, because if he had left me then, I would have gone crazy. So then when I tried to quit my "addiction", he kept coming back and haunting me and soon I was screaming in my sleep. Casey has eventually sent me to "rehab"- an in-the-mind rehab. To stop thinking of Cam.

But oh well. Maybe this inner rehab will work. I was walking to Marissa's house today because I had time. I was listening to My Chemical Romance's "Teenagers" on repeat. And I was singing along and having the time of my life, on inner rehab. Besides, I have a better drug now! Maybe I'm still getting over the deathly drug of Cam, but now I have the drug of Casey! Casey wasn't deathly, Casey was good. Casey was the opposite of a drug, actually! No, no, he was a drug! A good one! Casey is a medicine! Yeah! A medicine! Sorry. I'm yelling. I'm sort of shouting along to My Chemical Romance so I'm also screaming in my mind.

By the time I reached Marissa's house, I was practically bellowing, "THEY SAY THAT TEENAGERS SCARE, THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!"

I didn't need to ring the bell. Marissa opened the door looking really good in a black and pink tracksuit. She was with Danny and Casey. I was still in jam-out mode, so I sang the next line still.

Casey smiled and laughed, and being the best boyfriend ever, he sang along,

"SO TUCK IN YOUR CLOTHES, OR STRIKE A VIOLENT POST! Maaaaybe the'll leave you alone, but not me!"

It was pretty great, let me tell you, because Danny and Marissa didn't even know the song. Which was another reason I loved Casey. He liked the same music as me. Were we soul mates or what? Hee-hee. He was a medicine. Heh. Heheheh. I might fall over from laughing. I might break my face from my grin, I might lose my voice from singing, I might I might I might I might...

I might die from happiness!

Is this how it feels when you officially get over your addiction to a drug? Because I'm so over Cam, and I'm ha-aaaappy.

I yanked my iPod out of my hears but still sang, "Teenagers scare, the living shit out of me!"

How much I love this band.

Marissa sighed and looked over at Casey and then me, "I'll go get my iPod dock, and then you guys can teach us these songs you always know and we don't."

So Marissa retrieved her dock and after playing "Teenagers" a million times, Marissa and Danny were singing along.

We switched to a different My Chemical Romance song. "Na Na Na".

It was such an easy song to memorize. It was just pure fun.

"Drugs, give me drugs, give me drugs. I don't need it, but I sell what'cha got. Take the cash, and I keep it..." (I sang along.)

"Love, give me love, give me love! I don't need it, but I take what I want from your heart. But I keep it in a bag, in a box, gimme more, gimme more, gimme moooore." (Casey sang that while giving me a big smile and wink. And then I blushed like crazy.)

It was like, was love really such a weird drug? Why did it make you so addicted? It was driving me crazy.

Marissa seemed to like MCR enough. Danny looked like he thought they were okay enough. I bet Danny listened to Bon Jovi or something. Hahaha. Bon Jovi. What a joke.

Finally, Marissa stopped her rocking out- Marissa looked absolutely breathtaking while shaking her hair around and singing. I wondered how I looked? Probably not as good as Marissa. I wondered why Casey even wastes his time looking at me like that.

After MCR was over, she asked, "What song next?" and she seemed all pumped so I laughed and said, "Casey can pick." so Casey began scrolling through my iPod playlist.

He kept stopping and smiling at things. I was getting antsy. Had I accidentally downloaded something embarassing on there? Had I accidentally bought a Miley Cyrus song while buyin MCR songs? Why was he smirking?

Finally Casey blew me away. Literally, I almost fell over. Did he have ESP? How could he read my mind? Dear sweet baby Jesus.

I mean, I'm sort of agnostic but listening to a Christian band is not beyond me especially when the band is screamo and good. He was playing "Love Addict" by Family Force 5. Damn. I haven't listened to that in months.

He was giving me these smug-ish looks that made me crawl over to him on Marissa's lawn and give him a lingering kiss. The kiss was only half over before I pulled away.

He blinked and sort of instictively leaned in for more, but I smirked and pulled away. "Addicted yet?" I breathe, trying to sound all cheesy-seductive on purpose, as a joke.

He laughed nervously and sort of puppy-dog nodded. I paused and studied him... He looked so...longingly at me. So pathetically cute.

"Are you kidding?" he breathed back. "I'm freaking hooked."

I did something really impulsive then- I grabbed his collar and pulled him in to finish off the kiss. Then when we pulled away, I grinned and said, "Cool story, bro. Come back another time. Public service is over."

This made his face furiously flush over. I laughed. He was always so smooth but at times he was more speechless then I had been when I had woken up to my hair cut all around me.

Stop! 911! Cam Thought Alert! Go into inner rehab ASAP.

I crawled back over to Marissa who was just staring at Casey with her eyes bugged wide open. Danny was doing the same.

Why? What was so shocking about Casey and I kissing? They kissed a lot, too!

But as I looked up to Casey, I saw what they saw. Oh. My. God.

Casey's was facing us, so his back was facing the street. He was looking at us strangely because he didn't know why we were staring.

Behind Casey was...

A guy.

A teenage guy.

One in a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans in black combat boots. He had messy, shaggy black hair and piercingly freakish and manipulative blue eyes.

He was Cam, flesh and bones.

In his hands, he had a switchblade...

And he looked ready to tear us all apart...flesh and bones.

Cam's blue eyes locked on mine.

Casey was still confused. "Sammy-"

Then, as Cam was just on the verge of slicing Casey apart, I screamed.

It was one of my famous blood-curdling screams that probably (hopefully) made the neighbors call the police on us. I hope they did.

But each house on East Jasmine was way to far apart for anyone else to hear. Goddammit!

Casey whipped around at my scream.

He saw Cam. Cam saw him. Danny grabbed Marissa.

And then Cam slowly reached down and clicked off the iPod dock.

"Love Addict" stopped screaming. It was silent.

Cam stared at Casey for a moment. Then he went for me. Almost immedietly Casey also went for me, althoug faster.

I appreciated that.

You know that dream I had the other day? The dream where Cam showed up outside my house and I called Casey? Remember how I had been so smart that day, talking out Cam and dialing behind my back?

Well, that was just a dream.

Because in reality, facing Cam, I'm speechless. I'm not clever or smart or coy. I'm frozen in shock. I'm scared as hell.

My drug has come back for one final hit.

But this time, the hit I'll be taking of him is going to be the one that kills me.

Holy shit, these Drugs-to-Cam metaphors are so freaking spot-on that its scary. I have to stop them. They might be jinxing me.

Cam isn't saying anything at all. He's just walking fiercely, not looking at all scared of Casey.

Casey's not looking scared of Cam, either.

In my 'dream'/hallucintion the other day, I had introduced Cam and Casey to each other.

I was not introducing them right now. I had a feeling there wasn't a need for one.

Cam pointed the knife at me. "You, left, me." he choppily breathed.

I couldn't move or speak. Cam then lunged for me with his knife and Casey threw a blow so hard at Cam that Cam practically flew backward.

That's their difference. Where Casey is actually strong and a good fighter, Cam's only defense is his knife. He can't use his natural strength-he has none.

Cam didn't fall back though, he stumbled and then regained balance as he lunged again.

Marissa screamed, Danny got up to possibly help fight Cam, I think. Cam's knife dug right into my left arm, hard. I screamed so hard that I thought I might die right then. The blood! There was blood. So much dark, liquidy, dripping...blood...

"Sammy!" Suddenly Casey was a death machine. He was hurting Cam, for real. I didn't stop him. I wanted Cam dead. Casey should just kill him.

I still couldn't stand the sight of watching Casey beat someone up, even if it was Cam, even if it was for me. He was always such a loving person. He was always so sweet, to everyone, so kind, just a generally wonderful guy. I knew he was capable of beating up people but I knew he never did it, not really. I couldn't watch my sweet Casey beating up anyone. I couldn't stand it. I also couldn't stand the feeling of the blinding, burning pain in my arm. The dark, dripping blood. The stinging, horrible pain. In fact, I couldn't stand at all.

And when gravity can't hold you up any longer, one simple thing happens.

You fall.

Yes, I fainted. Everything was silent and blacked out in my head now. But I could still practically see everything in replay and slow motion. Cam's...knife...cutting...deep...into...my...upper...arm... The blinding pain. The blood. My blood, drip-drip-dripping onto my shoes and the grass. My arm, so weak and limp, the stabbing pain. Casey...beating up...Cam...after he saw what Cam had done to me.

I wondered where I would be when I woke up? Would I be in a hospital bed, like in almost every book/story/movie when someone faints and waked up in a hospital. Or would I still be on the grass...or would this all be a a dream/hallucination (dream + hallucination = dreacinatton?) like before?

Who knew.

Who freaking knew.

And who cared?

Let me die from blood loss! Just leave me on the grass and let me die! I couldn't see or hear or speak, but I could still think! Would it be like this when I was dead? Or is it only when I faint?

Suddenly I felt the numbness in my body loosen up and start tingling awake.

The first thing I felt was hands, on me. Massaging my shoulders, my un-stabbed arm, moving over my chest and my resting on my stomach.

Who was doing this, and what right did they have to touch me like that? I was going to kick them when I woke up. If it was a doctor in the hospital, I would sue. Doctors can't do this! Its perverted! Unless it was some sort of cure to my insanity...

Jesus.

The hands suddenly started tickling me on my stomach.

I laughed before my eyes opened, actually. When they did, I could see...the doctor's face?

No, it was Casey.

Oh! Casey! Casey! I had totally forgotten that Casey could also be the one with his hands on my stomach. It was true, too. Casey was leaning over me, smiling, and then when he saw I was awake, he began massaging me all over my upper body again. When he got to my neck, he bent down and kissed me so sweetly. I melted into a puddle. Practically. What a pleasant awakening this was! So much better than all those hospital awakenings. Su-ckahs! They didn't have superhot, supersweet boyfriends like Casey. Hah!

Wow, my brain needs to slow down. I think I'm seriously going crazy.

I didn't care if I was crazy, I was still so happy to see Casey. I looked around the room. It was my dad's room, on my dad's own bed. I looked at my arm that had been stabbed. It was all wrapped up professionally.

Casey saw me eyeing it, "We already took you to the hospital. They fixed it up as best they could so you wouldn't lose more blood. They drugged you out once again so you wouldn't feel any more of the pain. Your dad's plenty worried but allowed me to come down here and wake you up, Keyes. You're mind is probably going crazy, don't worry, that's just the after-effects of the tranquilizer they used."

No wonder! So maybe I wasn't going insane. Woooh!

I blinked back at Casey. He had woken me up in the most adorable way.

"Where's Cam?" my mouth felt so dry.

"Hospital." Casey cringed. "Shit, Sammy, I didn't know how bad I hurt him. He hurt you. I was mad. I... He..." he looked nervous and ashamed. "He has two broken bones."

I almost choked. "What? Really! Where!"

Casey looked even more guilty. "His right arm and one rib."

"Casey-!"

"Stop! I know. I shouldn't have hurt him so hard. I honestly didn't mean to- its not like I regularly beat people up." Casey blushed. "I'm just lucky they let me off the hook for it. It was self-defense."

"But he didn't go for you."

"Yeah, but if someone if threatening or hurting you or someone else, your allowed to hurt them as self-defense. It doesn't literally have to be defense for yourself. For example, lets just say we were married-"

I blushed. "Casey.." I said queitly.

"It's just a scenario. Anyway, we're married and have three kids. We live in a house. And one day someone enters our house with a gun, pointing it at our kids. Even though he's not pointing the gun at me, I'm still allowed to hurt him, because he's endangering my family. It's self-defense. See?"

I was still blushing because of the married and kids thing.

"Sammy!" he laughed. "It was just an example." he leaned down and kissed me intensely.

Suddenly we heard coughing. We pulled away and saw my dad in the stairway (remember his room is in the basement) and he was looking uncomfortable. He was "coughing" to get us to stop. Or was it coughing from all the smoking he used to do? Who knew.

"Sorry," Casey blushed. "I, um-"

My dad raised his eyebrows. "Mmh-hmm."

"She's awake now." Casey said meekly.

Dad tisked and then said, "I saw the hand number you did on my daughter just a moment ago."

Now Casey was about as red as his sister Heather's hair.

"Dad!" I whined. "Stop!"

My dad didn't stop. "Pretending to massage her, so you can really feel her up? That's a new one. Never seen that before."

Casey's face was still red. "I-I was really- I was really massaging her! I swear. Mr. Keyes-can I call you that?-I would never do that! I would never pretend..." he looked so uncomfortable.

I was suddenly so mad at my dad. Casey practically saved my life from Cam and my dad was treating him like he treated Cam!

"GO AWAY." I yelled at Dad. "You're so ungrateful. Casey has done nothing but stop me from smoking, try to get my mind off Cam, and save me ass. You're just so ignorant to see that? You're so unthankful and unconsiderate. JUST STOP TALKING TO US."

Everyone was suddenly very silent.

"Sam." my dad said solemnly.

A normal boyfriend would get up and say, "I should probably get going now..." but Casey was not a normal boyfriend. He was better.

He seriously stayed put beside me.

My dad bit his lip. He looked at Casey and then me and then Casey. Then he sighed and said, "I suppose you're right. I should probably apologize, Casey. I'm so used to being overprotective that I completely forgot how trustworthy you always were. And thank you."

With that, my dad left us alone. Thank the Lords.

"Goddamn, I was so freaked out." Casey whispered once Dad was gone. "And just so you know, I really was massaging you. I wasn't just trying to-"

"I know." I smiled sweetly. "I was the one receiving the massage, right? I know."

Casey laughed.

I took his hands. "But I wouldn't mind what you did, either way."

He shook his head. "Not now. Not today. You need rest, okay? Your whole mind, your body, your system needs a break from the world."

I could barely move but I complained anyway. "Casey, being with you is the best relaxation I could ever receive."

He looked at me with a weird expression-like this was paining him. "I think you're great." he whispered. "But I just can't stay with you right now. Keep your phone on, I'll be calling and texting. I have some business to attend to. I'll tell you about that later."

It was so disappointing seeng him leave.

For the rest of the day, I watched TV, texted Marissa, Casey, Holly, Dot, and Billy, talked on the phone, and read The Great Gatsby by Scott Fitzgerald for the umpteenth time. Dad wouldn't let me outside the house. "You're brain isn't in place right now. You need rest." he would say.

Whatever.

Finally I received an urgent message from Marissa on the home phone. "Sammy-holy crap-your ex-boyfriend who tried to kill you? Cam? He-he-"

The message was cut off.

He what? Dad wouldn't let me call her back. "You can't think about Cam right now." he would say. "Tomorrow morning, okay?"

I feel like I might just rip a whole into the wall. I want to lie down and never wake up. I needed to find out what happened to Cam.

Soon.

Tomorrow morning could wait.

So, I snuck downstairs and called Marissa on my cell phone secretly without Dad knowing.

A/N: Okay, since I already have all the other chapters done, all you have to do is comment quick, and I'll post the next chapter quick. I really enjoyed writing this story. I have a minor case of emotional problems myself (a really mild case of schitzophrenia). Schitzophrenia is when you hallucinate a lot and see things that aren't there and imagine things and act like they happened when they didn't. It's when the person is basically in their own world, always thinking of freaky things and freaking out over things that didn't even happen. It's a really serious condition when its really big but I have a really, really mild case of it (I'm not insane, I'm just in my own world all the time and sometimes I imagine weird things). I've ben diagnosed with it. So, basically, I'm familiar with all these hallucination feelings. My mom is also a psychatrist and a therapist soo. Writing stories like this just helps. :) COMMENT! Please? :)