Hi-ya folks.

I found something and I thought it was hilarious. So I posted it on my Tumblr. *hint-hint* This chapter oes in a different direction, and I hope you like it, though it's a little shorter than I would like it to be.

That's all I have to say, so we'll just get to the chapter!

Read on!

"Dear mom and dad, please ignore my last letter. It was full of lies and I apologize for even writing it. See, what I should've told you is that I fear for my life in here."

Leaning over the sheet of paper at her desk, Spinelli focused on her new letter, completely blocking out the teacher's lecture. The events of the last week days made her realize that the last one was nothing but false, and that as long as she was in here that she should keep as many people informed about what was happening to her as possible.

She was afraid, and finally admitted it to herself. It took long, mostly due to her long history of being the stereotypical tough-girl, and tough-girls were not supposed to be afraid of anything. She made an exception in this case, because she was in the devils den for the next couple of weeks and wanted evidence in case her life ended early.

"This just so happens to be the same place TJ was sentenced to. You two remember him right? That kid I used to hang out with in Third Street that you all announced that I had a crush on parents night in the fourth grade, but set the school on fire? That's him. Yeah. And he knows that I'm here and things are NOT going well."

Five days ago Spinelli began to experience the full wrath that he former best friend had planned for her and Francis. She knew it was going to come and expected it to be bad, but nothing like what had been through. Why did she have to get sentenced here? Why couldn't it be somewhere else? Somewhere that did house a person who had her on the top of his hit list. It was only 10 o'clock and she had already suffered at the hand of him. She and Francis didn't have to sleep in the same room as TJ any more since the roof had gotten fixed, but that didn't mean she was immune. Tapping the pencil in her hands against the paper, Spinelli wondered what exactly see was going to tell her parents. She wanted to let them, and her friends once she copied the letter, know a few of the things she had been through, but didn't know what.

'I think it should be the more serious things,' Spinelli thought. 'Like what happened four days ago.'

"Something happened four days ago, and after that, I'm thankful to be alive. See what happened was…."

~*~FLASHBACK~*~

Putting her long, black hair in a high ponytail, Spinelli looked in the mirror making sure that she looked somewhat decent. Though she was in prison, she still didn't want to look like a complete disaster, but all she could do was salvage her hair. She and Francis were still staying in the same room as TJ but neither of the boys was in the room and she had a bit of privacy. Walking over to the box that held her belongings, she grabbed her backpack that was lying on top and started to leave the room but now before she took a look at the bunny sleeping in the box under the closed window. Why it was here, she didn't know and she was not going to ask.

But it was cute.

Blame it on being a girl, but she had to confess that the little bunny was nothing but adorable. It had to be small enough to fit in the palm of her hand.

"It's like Speedy all over again," She laughed. Reaching down, she stroked it fur. Suddenly, she knew she wasn't the only person in the room, and it undeniably was not Francis that had joined her. Turning around, she faced TJ, who was clearly angry but whose silence only added to the tension in the air.

"…I was just leaving," She said. Grasping her backpack she started to walk out the room but was blocked.

"I don't like you," He told her.

"…Well, uh…"

"Shut-up," He said. "I don't like you, or any of the other bastards I used to call friends." Spinelli backed up when he started to walk towards her. Soon she hit the wall between the makeshift cage and her bed with him less than a foot away. It was then that she noticed that he had both of his hands behind his back. "I can't stand your existence. I was fine here. But then you came. I don't want I was fine here. But then you came. I don't want you here. Not because I don't want you hurt, but because I don't want to see your face every day."

Looking his eyes, Spinelli didn't see the same yes she remembered seeing in elementary school. They didn't have any of the playfulness, happiness, or simple childhood mischief that she secretly missed. All of that had been drained from his eyes and what was left was malice, wickedness, vengeance, and a sick and twisted mind.

Spinelli arched her neck as he brought the tip of a two inch knife to her neck.

"It would be so easy just to end your life," He said, pressing the tip against her flesh. "Just one slash and it would be over. Just one, and BAM. You're done. One quick slash. I wonder what it's like to kill someone. I killed a guy before, but that was an accident. This would be on purpose. I wonder what it's like to feel the blade tear through your skin, inch by inch, and to watch you fall to the floor with no hope of surviving while the blood pooled around you, staining your uniform and hair. I should do it…." He paused, dragging the tip gently across the skin, but not piercing her neck. "It'd be so easy. But I'm not." He pulled away the knife and stepped back from her. "Because it would be so easy."

Frozen where she stood, Spinelli only watched as he left the room without a word.

~*~END FLASHBACK~*~

"I couldn't breathe when that happened," She wrote. "I thought he was gonna kill me when he put that knife to my throat. When he walked away I was so relived, but I was shocked. I'm still shaken up from that. I can't even say it won't happen again because it might."

Shivering at the thought of what she had just written down, Spinelli shoved the event in the back of her mind and continued to write.

"Of course that wasn't the only thing he did. I know after dad reads this he'll be ready with a loaded gun to shoot him, though I think he's bulletproof. It went like this…."

~*~FLASHBACK~*~

"This lotion is crap," Spinelli mumbled. A bath used to be the time that was guaranteed to be something that melted away her troubles. Not matter how hard of a day she had, a long hot shower or bath would solve all her problems, and the lotion afterwards helped the feeling last. That was a luxury the second she entered Duval. The only lotion she could get here was thin, and required multiple layers.

Glancing at the door, she made she made sure that it was closed and locked. It was the tenth time she checked, but she wanted to make sure. With only the bottom off her uniform and a bra on, she didn't want anyone peeking in the room. Privacy was hard enough to get when you shared a small room, and trying to get enough when you had to get dressed was even harder.

"I must go through five bottles of this stuff in a week," She said as she squeezed more lotion from the bottle into her hand. "This is crazy…." A loud creak that could only be produced by the large metal door to the room echoed against the wall. Dropping the bottle, she covered her chest with her arms and spun around to see who it was hat had the balls to come in. And it was precisely who she expected it to be.

"Do you mind?" She snapped at him. "I know it's your room and everything, but I'm trying to get dressed!" He didn't move. Instead, TJ just stood there leaning against the side of the door, smoking the last bit of the cigarette he had before dropping it to the floor and putting it out by stomping it with his shoes. Scoffing at him, she turned away and put on a t-shirt while trying not to give him too much of a peep show. Next thing she knew, a pair of strong hands grabbed her sides, was thrown on his bed, and had her hands pinned above her head with him on top her.

Immediately she tried to get out of his grasp, but nothing was working, and her mind was taking back to what happened when he dragged her into the room for the first time. She clenched her eye shut, not knowing what will happen next.

Then she heard laugher.

Opening her eye she watched as he chuckled at her fear. He moved from his position on top of her and gave her one last look before leaving the room.

~*~END OF FLASHBACK~*~

"I think he was just trying to scare me that time, but you can never be too careful with stuff like that. I couldn't tell if he was actually gonna rape me, but I'm happy he didn't. Still, he could in the future, and I'm worried."

The bell rang, and Spinelli scribbled the last bit of her letter down before she grabbed her books and left to go to her next class.

Thinking about that he had done to her, Spinelli thought it was bizarre that she was going through it at all. The guy inflicting harm on her used to be one of her friends. Though he was a ruthless, heartless monster, she had memories of him playing alongside her and the others, goofing off like kids should. He didn't used to be cruel, or mean or anything like that. He was one of the nicest, kindest, sweetest, boys on the playground. You couldn't pay him to act bad (except for the few times he succumbed to corruption, but he normal set himself straight).

She missed that kid and wanted him back. What the hell happened? Why did he turn into this…this monster? Things like that wasn't supposed to happen. It hurt a little extra more, because when he was good, she had a crush on him. To this day the childhood crushed hadn't completely left her, and it hurt. No one wants to see someone they're friends with go down the road he went. No one. But a small part of her wanted to hope that maybe one day he would see that what he did was wrong and change, but she approached that concept with caution.

If he did try to apologize, who's to say it's not a trick? It wouldn't be the first time, and she didn't want to get hurt again. That's why she and the other replied to his letter telling him they wanted nothing to do with him.

She had no idea what the others felt about him, but was sure that it was negative.

But Spinelli still wanted to know what happened. Something must've happened that made him this way. Good kids just don't become monsters overnight like he did. Or was he always this way, and just put on a mask of innocence for everyone he encountered? She didn't want to believe that, but it seemed like as each day passed that it was the truth. She couldn't come up with any other explanation for his change in behavior, and believing that he was always this way was easier because those childhood memories showing otherwise were less painful that way.

~*~V~*~

'I don't understand this….why do I still have to do the same work for high school at Third Street High here? I was hoping that school here would be easy….'

Erasing all the math equations on her paper, Spinelli was two seconds away from throwing her math book across the room. Math was confusing enough, but with her mind buzzing with everything she had gone through and what could happen today, she couldn't focus on getting the work done. Last year, she barely managed to scrape a D to pass and it looked like that was going to be the case for this year too. Yawning, she forced her attention onto her homework and avoided looking at TJ who was sitting in his own bed writing in his journal.

After what had happened the first time, she still was curious to what he wrote in that book. She had seen him write six pages on one night. What could he possibly have to write that covers six pages?

Did he ever write about when he was nice?

"What are you looking at?" TJ asked her, petting the rabbit that hopped out of its box and onto its bed. "What's your problem?"

"Oh, um, nothing," She said. "Can I ask you something?"

"WHAT?"

"What happened to you?" Asked Spinelli. "You used to be so different. Then you changed out of nothing. Something had to have happened for you to change into this, right? So what happened?" Immediately, she regretted asking that question. The pencil TJ was using the write snapped in half in his hand as he clenched it in anger.

"Don't ask me that question," He told her. "Don't you dare ask me that question. The part of me that you want to remember, he's dead. He's dead and he's never coming back. Get over it."

"I was just curious—"

"STOP. He's dead. I don't know what happened to him, but he's dead. That's all you need to know."

"…o-okay. But can I at least ask you one more thing?"

"What?"

"Why are you doing this?" She asked. "I mean, if you said that the old you is dead, by are you acting the way you are now? I don't get it."

"Look, I know I have issues, okay? What the hell do you think I've been doing here for the last three years? I know there's something wrong with me. But that's just it. There's something wrong with me. You don't need to know what you're trying to get to know. It's MY issue, MY problems, not yours. BACK OFF!"

"Fine. Just asking a few questions." Closing her textbook, she left it on the bed and walked outside the room. Being around him was impossible now. Her stuff was still in his room, but she ran the risk of getting her things stolen if she left it outside. Keeping it in the room, she knew TJ had no interest in look at what she had.

While she was out there, he thought that she might as well mail the letter to her parents and the copy she made for her friends. They had to know what was happening to her. Someone outside had to me informed. After she put it down into the mail slot, she grabbed another sheet of paper and began to write.

Donna Nnov: Ahh, yes, the bunny. :3 It's important. But for right now it's only adorable.

HiddenBehindTheCurtains: JoJo will definitely be back, don't worry. And I was just as shocked as you were when I found out that I get out in April. :3 I feel bad for all my friends I left behind in high school. But I would trade college in for high school if I could. It's easy compared what I'm doing now. And I'd actually do my work….

Please review! Those are appreciated.