"What are you supposed to be, some sort of Asian gangster?" I say rhetorically, reading his gold bling that said 'Jay Park' on it.

"You don't know me!? Man, I don't know you! … Look like sumtin mah dawg would leave on mah G's lawn, and not da good stuff man," Jay Park raps at me."

"Yo black-clad freak, his name is Jay Park," Jayden said lifting the finger to the right of her index finger on her right hand, extending it out to me.

Jayden romantically stares into Jay Parks eyes, entwining their fingers together. I step with my black shoes up to them and gothically stabbed at them, but a prep bystander waked in front of them and my knife went into its shoulder.

"Why…. kōhai…." I recognised the voice, it was Madeline.

"No Baby!" Brittany dashed ungothily towards my victim, "Don't die, sweety," tears fell down her face.

"I-I thought I was your princess!" I gothically stammered.

"I am polyamorous, remember?"

A preppy white ambulance showed up because Jay Park called it, they swiftly took Madeline and drove off.

"Look man, what I did fo'er! You proud of me, babe?" Jay Park romantically raps to Jayden.

"Yes, but you should have just left it there."

I roll my eyes and flare my nostrils "I COULD HAVE CONSUMED HER BLOOD!" my eyes expanded

"Yo, give me your cabbage or I'll bump you, doll," Jay Park said in a Korean gansta accent, Jayden staring at him with love, enjoying his every word.

"I don't have any! I LOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEEEEE meat!" I respond in a carnivorous goth way.

"You look like a hop-head who works at a creep joint," he says.

I look at him in a confused way and say "SHUT UP MERE MORTAL PREP!"

"Dangle, or you'll taste my GAT!" He reaches into his pants and I run.

I cry tears of blood, why am I always in despair? I am bullied all the time. My bandages on my wrists give me pride. Queen of being hated…. My darkest sorrow, no one cares.

"Rosaline….Rosaline….Rosaline!" a voice calls out to me. My head spinning I make a gothic wolf sound, something touches my shoulder. I force open my eyelids, I can finally see, it is Brittany.

"Rosaline, we have to search for Jayden and Jay Park. I can't find them at the cultyard."

I snicker, "I bet they GRAVELY want to be alone!" I said, brushing up against her, "I know of a place I guess, where they could be, it's right next to the Graves."

She nods and we go to the abandoned house. The house used to be owned by some green man but he moved away once the temple was converted, because apparently he liked marshlands. The house is made of rocks and has two-stories with a turret. The windows are smashed. We walk in gothic-slow and walk up the molded staircase. I heard talking come from a room that is candlelit, we walked and peered in the door.

Jayden was sitting on a bed that had a silky red blanket and was wearing a red sleep gown on she was watching intensely at Jay Park. Jay Park was stripping his shirt off and moving his hips around. He continued to remove articles of clothing, and Jayden's stare grew larger every time one layer was removed. After 6 minutes he only had his diaper on.

"Yes my Park! Please remove your beautiful diaper!" Jayden amorously said bouncing up and down on the bed making animal noises.

"Soon, my sweet succulent Jay Jay. But I need something from you too~!" jay Park said, contorting his body onto the bed. He pulls at her brassiere, "Pweaaaseeee~?"

Jay Park gets in the way of my vision but the undergarment flew out by the door I was gothically staring into.

Jayden wraps her hands around his diaper and gently massages it; her prep gaze met my gothic eyes. She gives me a prep 'yeah, look what I am doing, and you're not' look. Brittney whispers for us to go but my gothic shoes aren't going anywhere.

"ROSALINE! WE HAVE TO GO!" Britney screams and pushes open the door.

Gothic terror goes over my entire body as I see Jay Park's angry face run towards me, diaper-clad. I run down the stairs with Britney and Jay Park hollers out "I'M GOING TO FORNICATING KILL YOU!"

Britney and I stroll back to my house, scarred by the intercourse we had seen by the preps. I open the black wooden door and shut the door after Britney came in. We sit down in my living room, which only has books, a television hooked up to a computer so I can watch BVB music video on a large screen, and very gothic candlelight. Just as I sat down, my telephone began to ring. I rolled my red contact lensed eyes and go out into the kitchen. I stepped on a box of Count Chocula and pick up the phone.

"What." I say in a monotone. What I heard back made me scared for my life.

"GO TO SLEEP," the phone responded with eerily.

"WHO IS THIS?!" I yelled into the phone but I already knew the answer.

"I found you. My knife aches to be inside of you. I wonder what your… INTESTINES look like, hmm?" the phone clicks off.