AN: Ok...I know that the chapters are obscenely short. I'm sorry. I'm trying not to favor one over the other. Ok. And this one is particularly short. I'm tired. It's been a stressful summer. Forgive me.

Medication:

Chapter Seven: Evolution

I...My...They...

The tingles almost hurt now...Like a sharp pain in my guts.

And I left my medication for it at my apartment.

Oh my god. What if I die? My mouth feels dry...Like, really, REALLY dry. Why am I with her? Do I really trust her like I trust my therapist? Oh god.

What if I hurt more people?

I would NEVER hurt Devi! She's so special to me!

"Why would I hurt you?" I asked, my eyebrows still furrowed.

Her green eyes stayed ahead of her. "I don't know. You said something about rot setting in. I was too scared to really pay all that much attention to what you were saying – I mostly kept my eye on the knives in your hands."

I swallowed... I have to know. "I...Did...How often did an event like this occur?"

She kept silent.

"...Devi! How often!" I almost yell. I didn't know I had the ability to raise my voice so loud, but she seems unaffected.

"I can't answer that. The person we're going to see now can, though. He lived next to you, and he heard it all." She said quietly.

It looked like she was...I don't know...Like she was thinking about something. Inner conflict comes to mind... My therapist says that I had a lot of inner conflict. Maybe she should talk to my therapist.

"Would you like to meet my therapist?" I suggest.

She hits the brakes and stops the car dead and I slam the side of my head into the dashboard. It hurts! I check my temple, no blood, but there'll definitely be a bruise there later.

"Your fucking wonderful fucking shrink suppressed your LIFE, Nny! If I ever fucking met him, I'D be the one shoving sharp things into his ASSHOLE!" she screamed.

She's frightening me, and I curl up on the seat and hold the side of my head, which is now pounding and tender.

We peel out and continue our journey, and I'm pretty positive our tire marks are steaming. She gave a quick glance over to me and slowed a little. We pulled over in a much gentler way, and parked the car.

"Listen, Johnny, I'm sorry. Can I see?" she asked, pulling my hands away gently. I guess she feels bad. I show her.

"It's nothing...Just kind of...Hurt." I fibbed. It felt like my brain was in the back seat. She rubbed it a little, and turned back to the steering wheel. She pressed her forehead against it.

This girl is VERY confusing.

"Nny," she says after a while, "The boys name is Squee...He's older now, and I don't know how much he'll remember. But he was there for it all from the time he moved in the house next door up until you moved away." She said. This woman always

I wonder if this boy will like me, this Squee.

"Is he nice?"

"I can't believe you just asked-...Yes. Yes, Nny. He's very nice."

"Were we close?"

She swallows hard, and I don't understand. She has a look on her face that erratically switches between disgust, pain, and sympathy.

"Yes. You liked him a lot. I remember you telling me about him from time to time. You had a pet name for him – Squeegee."

"Oooh, I like that...Squeegee?...Squee...Squee..gee...?" Something's happening. My head...I'm having flashes...

Bactine? A bear?

"Did he have a toy bear? Like, a stuffed animal?" I ask.

Her eyes widen considerably, "Yes, why?" she says excitedly.

"Um...I seem to remember...A bear. I had a flash of a bear. It began with an 's'."

"I believe you once said that it was a 'vile, lint-infested bastard' named Shmee."

I think these flashes are good. They seem to make her happy, anyway. And if she's happy, I'm happy.