She got into the car after me and I quickly took off down the street. I could not help but think what everyone was talking about. I did not think Thana was this crazy manipulative bitch; everyone was making her out to be. I think she is a strong girl who just wants to have fun. Not crazy at all. But then again everyone thinks I'm crazy so who am I to judge.

"Do you mind?" She asked as she pulled a cigarette out form her purse.

"No. It's not my car." I told her.

I watched her light it up and smiled deeply. I knew that Derek would indeed mind. He would be so mad when he gets his car back and finds out that someone smoked in it. It's a strong smell for a werewolf but I will gladly indoor it for the freak out that is going to come when I give him back his car.

"So how did you meat my mom?" She asked me as she rolled down the window. Letting the smoke out of the car.

"I'm not going to answer that." I replied.

I could feel the air around her tense up. She was so angry. I could hear her heart rate pick up.

"We made a deal." She yelled at me.

"And I will hold up my end of the deal but not right now. You're all fucked up. I just pulled out of a drug den. Chances are you'll ask your questions I'll answer then in the morning not remember any of it. I am not the type of man who liked to repeat myself." I told her firmly so she would know I was not going to budge.

"Let me out." She snapped at me.

"No." I told her.

She was crazy if she thought I was going to leave her on the side of the road.

"Let me out now or I'll." She started saying but I interrupted her.

"Or you'll what? Tuck and role." I teased her as I pressed down on the gas. Speeding the car along faster then it was already going.

She just looked at me and started laughing.

"When you're not so stoned." I told her.

She shook her head in agreement and went back to smoking. We sat there in silence as we drove. The silence seemed to be bothering her. She kept shifting around in her seat and is on her third cigarette.

She finally reached over and turned on the radio. She flicked through the stations until she stopped on some pop song or something. I had never herd the song before.

"I love this song." She called out.

Then she started to sing along with the words to the song.

"Party girls don't get hurt"

She sang and I found the first line of the song totally ridicules. Party girls get hurt all the time. There so easy to hurt. I thought to myself. But she went on to sing more.

"Can't feel anything, when will I learn? I push it down, push it down."

Even though the song was sort of up beet I was starting to get that it was not a happy song about partying.

I started to feel a little sad as I listened to her sing the song. Not paying attention to the actual singer. Just listening to Thana's voice.

"I'm the one "for a good time call". Phone's blowing up, ringing' my doorbell. I feel the love, feel the love."

What was wrong with me? I was very much moved my this song I had never heard before. Which was strange because I never felt like this. So hopeless

"1,2,3,1,2,3, drink"

She repeated three times. I looked over to Thana who said that she loved this song. But as she sang along the expression on her face was not one of joy. I could tell this song touched her but not in a happy kind of way. I looked at myself in the mirror and recognized the look on my face. It was the one that was on Thana's.

"Throw 'em back 'til I lose count."

I finally realized what was going on. I have only ever witnessed this once before. A long time ago and then it was used to make everyone happy. Not depressed like this. It was a very rare gift.

"Stop it." I forced out of my lips with so much effort I was surprised at how low my voice was. She could not even hear me.

"I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier. I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist. Like it doesn't exist."

She sang. And I could not help but agree with what she was saying. We could all die at any minute. Especially with all these assassins running around. What was the point of even fighting? Of even trying? There is no point. I thought to myself.

I knew that this was not me not how I truly felt but I was far too depressed to even care enough to fight it. To fight to live anymore.

"I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry. I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier."

I was almost in tears. I was about to cry. Something was really wrong with me. I did not want to fight any more. I did not want to live this fucked up life any more. I did not even want to drive this car anymore.

I jerked the wheel to the right as I pressed on the gas. I was going to end this and end it know. I heard screaming next to me as hands where fighting for the wheel with me. The next thing I knew I felt a strong pain in my face. Something made contact with my nose. I grabbed my face and someone else took the wheel. I removed my foot from the gas and the car came to a stop a few feet in front of the pole I was trying to drive the car into a moment before.

Now that the singing had stopped and Thana continued to yell at me my head cleared up and I was myself again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She was screaming at me.

I did not even have a comeback. What the hell could I say? Your depressed fucking singing made me want to kill myself.

"You almost drove us into a pole." She yelled at me.

"Sorry. I blacked out." I told her.

"Does that happen a lot?" She asked like she was concerned and no longer mad.

"No not a lot." I told her.

I looked down at my hands that had fresh blood on them. My blood.

"Did you hit me?" I asked her.

"You would not let go of the wheel. So I elbowed you in the nose. Did I break it?" She asked.

"No its okay." I answered.

I got out of the car and walked around opening her door.

"Why don't you drive?" I told her.

"I don't have my permit." She said as she was getting out of the car.

I got the feeling she was just letting me know. Not that she actually cared.

"I won't tell if you don't." I told her.

She smiled and ran around the car. Once we were both in she sped off down the street not caring at all about the speed limits. As if she could tell what I was thinking.

"All the cops are too busy to care about a speeding car." She told me and she was rite.

She reached down to put the radio back on.

"NO!" I screamed and grabbed hold of her hand.

"What?" She asked me concerned.

"No singing. Please. My head hurts." I told her.

I realized as we got closer to her house that letting her drive was not the best idea. She was swerving all over the road. I can't believe I handed over Derek's car to drunk, coked out sixteen year old. We might die in this car after all.

I paid close attention as she drove. Watching incase I need to jump in to save us both. When I realized that she was driving crazy but seemed to be in control I focused less on that and more about what happened before.

The things I was feeling. The things she made me feel. They were dangerous and it worried me. It worried me because the way her gift worked. She is not able to make people just feel anything she wanted through the song. She would make them feel what she was feeling as she sang the song. I could not help but worry when I was thinking about how alone, angry, week, depressed, and just plain finished with life she felt.

I was going to have to tell someone. I don't know what happened to Thana when she was gone the last six years. But something had to have happened to her. Something very bad to mess her up the way she was.

I could tell now that the tough exterior she puts on for everyone to see was fake. It was a way to keep everyone out. A way to always be in control of the situation. I could feel her fear of having a lack of control. It terrified her.

I quickly thought to all of the things that happen in this town. All the things we cannot control. And for the first time I was not happy that she was home. I did not know if Thana would be able to handle all that came along in Beacon Hills.