colin gray fanfiction

because I can

2010-05-31T10:04:00.000-05:00

At least Colin had a few things going for him.

1. he got to stay in Needy's room.
2. he was there for Needy's mom during her breakdown.
3. he was restoring his good name.

Naturally, it seemed to take forever to get to see Needy, again. She would be going to the mental hospital soon.

"What are you doing here?" Not exactly what he was hoping to hear when he did get his chance to see her down at the jail.

"What do you mean? What am I doing here?" He winced a bit hurt. He could have been at home, but no he was there for her mother if no one else was.

"You shouldn't have come." Needy was so adamant.

"Why not?" Colin was about the break the news about this whole Jennifer matter. He's seen what a monster she was, yet could it possibly happen to him or Needy too. They had been bitten. He was still having nightmares and everyday he was noticing the incredible strength pulsing through him. He just didn't know what to do with it, other than hide it.

"I don't need you." She told him over the phone behind the glass.

This really made Colin gnash his teeth. He was really afraid he might turn right then into something horrible, but he managed to keep his cool.

"I don't believe you." He glared at her. He could be just as cold as her, but in his mind, he knew she loved him. Had loved. Would love him. They would find a way to go on. Some how.

"You didn't sleep with her, did you?" Needy said out of the blue.

"What?" Colin winced. "What are you talking about?"

"My mom." She looked as if she might lose it.

"What drugs do they have you on? Of course not." He scowled. Just the thought made him cringe. "She's a bit mental. Honestly, not that bad off."

"How else could she let you stay?" Needy was worked up about this.

"Because she knows how important you are to me. I want the world to know what Jennifer is. Was. You know." Colin sighed.

"No, don't do it. You can't. If-if it gets out, then they'll know what we are. All right. Do you understand." She gave him the most evil look that she'd hate him forever if he did this.

She had him shaking, slightly. He tried to nod. Maybe he did.

"Just stay put." She told him.

"But I need you." He winced, hoping she'd need him one day too.

unraveling the pieces

2010-04-18T10:48:00.002-05:00

"Who in the hell are you?" Her mom looked at him as he'd better get the hell out of her way.

"I- I-" Colin winced hard. "I had to see Needy. I'm-I'm just a friend."

"OK." Her mom said dully.

"I could make you coffee." Colin said nervously. Yeah, coffee. That's what they needed. Something to help them gather their thoughts. He hurried past her to the kitchen, and worked quickly and carefully with the coffee machine. If there was one thing Colin could do was make a damn good cup of coffee.

As it was, he could see her mother was still in shock. At this rate, maybe he could move in. Take care of her. Live in Needy's room.

He bit his bottom lip wondering if she'd get suspicious. Or...what if her mom wanted his body. Suddenly cold chills came over him.

"Shit." He said under his breath at the thought of her mother wanting, needing him in ways he could not bare. He scowled then. He looked up to see her more of a zombie, than anything. He could manage a zombie. Maybe. Hopefully.

"So is she-"

"Those bastards are treating her like a criminal!" It just seemed weird listening to her say these things in a local police uniform.

"OK." The coffee just couldn't brew fast enough.

"I always wanted my little girl to stand up for herself." The way she talked it was as if he wasn't even there.

"Yeah." Colin slightly shook. Finally, he poured the coffee. Set out the milk and sugar. Just in case. "You OK? Do you think they'd let me see her?" Colin nervously set down and stared at the frail little woman. It was all so sad. He didn't know what to do.

"What for?" Her mother just glared at him. So empty.

"Uh, uh, she's-she's like my best friend." Colin couldn't help but let the tears well up in his eyes.

"They think she's mental, you know."

"Well, that could be a good thing. Maybe." Colin found his sentence quit in mid air. He could hardly finish it. "Just let me stay, will you. Please?" Colin gulped. But Needy's mom sat there saying nothing. It was as if the life she knew had been knocked out of her.

I feel your pain

2010-02-20T10:43:00.002-06:00

When Colin awoke, daylight creeped threw the windows. It was warm and cozy. When he reached for Needy, she wasn't there. He clenched his hands then, squinting hard. Had it all been a dream?

God, why had he slept through the rest of it. He looked around at the four walls as if they were caving in on him. He looked at the ceiling wishing he knew how he could have stopped her. But he couldn't. It was a well thought out plan without him. It was a bitterness he didn't want to swallow.

Colin lifted himself up on his elbows and looked around. Wasn't he suppose to know what had happened? What was going on? The house was silent. It was sickening.

Yes, he was very aware now how it pulsed through him. He was a bit of a monster just as Needy was. All because of Jennifer. But it wasn't until he stood up. He thought he might stagger back and pass out. The rush hit him. Needy had done it this time. She had done the unthinkable.

Colin blinked. His throat was parched. How could she have gone to Jennifer's alone? Colin's eyes blinked tears. He knew. He knew exactly what had happened. He grimace the pain. Feeling handcuffs binding his wrists, just like the pain she must feel. Right now. Being locked up.

Colin shook his head. Time was wasting. He had to find Needy. He needed to go to her. Now. Suddenly, he felt a race to get down at the jail. Or maybe he should go by Jennifer's now. No, it was too late for that. He was too late! Goddamn it!

He felt so ugly now. He was nothing. No help at all to Needy. None what so ever. It was as if she had a plan without him. It was like her destiny. He guessed. But as he climbed into his T-shirt and jeans, he knew Needy wasn't finished yet.

If only, he could fly out the window like a bat of some kind. His head was spinning about what to do next. And then as he was about to fly down the stairs, he met Needy's Mom, head on, at the front door.

positively

2009-11-28T12:01:00.024-06:00

Colin didn't want to let go. He wanted this to last. He wanted to feel this forever.

Selfish, he supposed. How come it was always that way? Their timing was all wrong. Wasn't it? Always something to do with Jennifer. Then Chip. He felt horrible about what happen to him, and she didn't need to be alone. Always, the friend, he guessed.

"I just wish you could come away with me," he whispered in Needy's ear. Naturally, she shook her head, no.

"There's something I have to do." She looked him in the eye then, and he sensed it would be something she wouldn't tell him.

"No, you can't." He felt as if he was reading her mind. She was going to do something to Jennifer.

"I can't help it. I have to. You can't stop me." She pulled away from him.

"Let me help you." He winced.

She shook her head, again. And he wished he could kiss her, but all he could do was hold her. Wait for the hole to heal in her heart. He guessed he'd have too. He knew her mind was reeling with thoughts of Chip not him. So close, but so far away. Even in her bed.

And then she looked at him as if she might cry, but then she kissed him as if this might be the last time she ever kissed anyone.

Colin did his best not to be shocked. He went with it. Where ever this was going. Like a last chance. She wanted him as if she might feel again what was already lost. He smiled. Everything felt new when she touched him.

possibility

2009-11-26T03:53:00.026-06:00

There's a Possibility,
There's a Possibility,
All that I had was all I'm gonna get.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMM...

There's a Possibility,
There's a Possibility,
All I'm gonna get is gonna be yours then
All I'm gonna get is gonna be yours then.

So tell me when you hear my heart stop, you're the only one that knows! Tell me when you hear my sobbing, there's a
possibility I wouldn't known.

MMMMMMMMMMMMM...
MMMMMMMMMMMMM...

Know that when you leave,
Know that when you leave,
Don't worry about me, I follow where you lead.
Don't worry about me, I follow where you lead.

So tell me when you hear my heart stop, you're the only one that knows! Tell me when you hear my sobbing, there's a
possibility I wouldn't know. So tell me when my crying's over, you're the reason that I'm crying. Tell me when you hear me
falling, there's a possibility it wouldn't show.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...

Don't worry about me, I follow where you lead.
Don't worry about me, I follow where you lead.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
-lykke li

Colin took a deep breath in the darkness of the closet. He hid behind the dresses and winter coats. It was a comfort to be in Needy's things. He wanted to be found, but then he didn't.

He noticed the light of the room peeking under the door. Heavy breathing. A restlessness. And then it was gone. All was quiet. He waited.

Next he heard the water rush through the pipes. He sighed. Needy was taking a shower. He could rest easy now. She was all right. Patrick's car was up the street. He should get out of here. Now.

But the shower stopped. He held his breath. A few minutes later she was back. He could hear her bare feet on the wood floor. If only he could see her for moment, he thought.

The lights went out. He heard her bed squeak. She was going to sleep. He guessed. He'd have to wait for her to drift off. He would wait, patiently. But as he strained to here her breath, he noticed the crying. A slight whimper. Nothing awful. Just the slight distress that something had gone wrong.

Slowly, it felt like molessases standing still. Finally, he slipped off his shoes. He openned the door of the closet.

"Needy?" He whispered. She moved.

Colin came up from behind her.

"Don't say anything." He touched her shoulder. Her wet hair touched his fingers, and she began to cry again.

Colin got in bed and wrapped his arms around her. Nothing was said for the longest time in the stillness of the night.

"Its Chip." She could barely say. "Its Chip."

He understood.

She turned around and met him face to face in her tank top and flannel pants. He pushed the wet hair from her face. She cried into his shoulder then. He knew she was emotionally distraught. All he could do was hold her and hope nothing bad would happen through the night.

Done all wrong

2009-11-22T15:31:00.002-06:00

Colin was truck'n back to Devil’s Kettle, hoping he wouldn't get a ticket. Maybe Evan would make sense of this. Maybe everything would be over with Jennifer. Maybe everything would be normal, again.

But he tuned into the radio. Havoc was still happening. Something awful had happened at the school. Another body.

Colin's eyes tensed.

"Shit." He bit his bottom lip. What was he supposed to do now? How would he find Needy? Could he help? Should he help? So he drove to her house first. No one was home. He sneaked in her bedroom window to wait for her.

Naturally, there was a collage of photos of her and Chip. He was a bit envious of their open love. What about their moment together?

Had it been completely one sided? Did he mean nothing to her?

Colin hated this feeling because it cut into his chest as if she'd had a boxcutter in her hand and had ripped him open. Colin paced, deciding he'd dig through her drawers, under her bed. Anywhere, hoping he did exist to her, somehow. Hadn't she needed him at one time?

All that creative writing, together. The graphic novel they'd put on hold. Their creative baby, so to speak. He'd drawn most of the stuff. She'd lent more than a laugh and inspiration. It so amazing. What had happened to that?

It was in the underwear drawer, he found the picture of them together. She'd been smiling. Yes, she'd kept the pictures of their times together. Even if it had only been over the summer. He looked around her room. He knew her so well.

He sprayed cheap Jean Nate' in the air from her dresser and knew it even smelled more refreshing when she wore it. He couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly, he heard the front door fling open, steps coming up the stairs. All he knew to do was to hide in Needy's closet.

what in the world now

2009-11-06T13:35:00.000-06:00

"PATRICK!"

"Yes." Colin didn't think he could pull it off. He didn't really want to pull it off, but he feared for his life at the moment. He could play long. He would. Yes. He'd have to act a bit.
"Patty, this doesn't sound like you," he said.
"It doesn't?" Colin looked around wondering what the hell to say next. He thought he knew everyone that was anyone to Patrick. "Well, I haven't felt all that well."
"Yeah, I know, I heard about that kid at your school. How many have there been?" He asked.
"Too many to count, actually." Colin winced. Not so sure where this was going. Who in the hell was this?
"If you know what's good for you, come over.We could lay really low, until this blow over." He told him.
"Yeah, that would be tight. Absolutely."
"Absolutely." There was something in his voice that Colin found a little odd. Not sure what it was.
"So come over." It was settled.
"Where?" Colin was sure the guy was catching on.
"Holy shit, Patty, were we ever high that much?" Laughter filled the phone.
"I kind of think we were." Colin smiled.
"Dude! You don't even remember my name, do you?"
"Dude!" What the fuck was he suppose to add to that?
"Christ, Patty, its Evan!"
"Oh." Still meant nothing to Colin even if he tried to sound that it did. He gave Colin his address then.
"Just get your ass over here."
"Well, I'm kind of out of state, you know." Colin told him. "But I'll be there. Soon." Colin had no where else to go.

in a case like this

2009-10-22T10:20:00.001-05:00

All right, these were things he should have been thinking.

1. find a new identity.

2. find a job.

3. find a new home.

4. do something.

It was overwhelming. Where did he start? What should he do?

On one hand, go to the authorities. Let them take care of this. Only, he was pretty sure they'd put him in the loony bend for starters. And even if they believed them, well, Jennifer would take care of them. One by one. He supposed. Maybe she'd take care of them by the shitloads, for all he knew.

So there he was with a slushie, THE BIG GULP, sitting there in his car feasting on breakfast, maybe that was dinner. Could be supper. He didn't know the time of day. And then he heard a cell ringing. It wasn't his cell. It was somewhere in his messy backseat.

Suddenly, he got a jolt from the past. When it happened. When Jennifer had disgustingly did what she did to Patrick that she thought was him, he'd taken Patrick's cell that had somehow edged its way where Colin had hid from the uber-monster. He'd taken it. And ran.

He'd called 911 on that cell. Then. And now it was ringing.

Colin held his breath wondering who it could be. Now. He dove for the phone in the backseat. Jerked it open to see an unfamiliar phone number. He answered.

"Patrick! Patrick are you, OK?" It was a male voice. Colin couldn't place it. He thought he knew all of Patrick's pals. Evidently, not.

only a matter of time

2009-10-08T14:50:00.004-05:00

Colin wasn't so sure what to do now. Stash the car, get rid of everything. Become someone new. Was that she was asking him to do? And to forget about her. Completely.

It was a shock to him. She was mad at him, wasn't she? Yeah, he knew what she was thinking. He was just trying to come between her and her drummer boy boyfriend. That's what it really was.

He clutched on to his crucifix tightly. He was going to have change, wasn't he?

"Its for your own good." He remembered her saying.

So he drove. He kept driving until he was lost. Maybe he was in Minnesota. He didn't know where in the hell he was. But he found the cheapest motel he could find. It was time to make his transformation. He supposed.

He had to stop questioning Needy and just do it. Clean up his act. He supposed. Even though, he didn't want too. He promised himself it was just temporary as he turned on the shower and jerked his smelly clothes off. Really, it was great to get under the hot water and clean himself up. He washed the black out of his hair. The eyeliner too. When was the last time, he'd ever been this naked?

And when got out of the shower, he looked himself over in the mirror. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. Definitely, not Colin. Some other guy. Someone who was nothing. He felt completely nothing, right now. And when he touched his shoulder, he remembered how tender it had felt. And the pain struck through him, straight to the heart. Maybe he did have a little demon in him, after all.

through the trees

2009-10-06T01:46:00.003-05:00

All alone in an empty room
nothing left but the memories of when I had my best friend
I don't know how we ended up here
I don't know but it's never been so clear
We made a mistake, dear.
And I see the broken glass in front of me
I see your shadow hanging over me
and your face, I can see...

Through the trees
I will find you;
I will heal the ruins left inside you
cuz I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
until I'm set free.
Go quiet through the trees

I remember how we used to talk
about the places we would go when we were off
and all that we were gonna find.
And I remember our seeds grow
and how you cried when you saw
the first leaves show.
The love was pouring from your eyes.

So can you see
the branches hanging over me?
Can you see
the love you left inside of me?
in my face
can you see?

Through the trees
I will find you;
I will heal the ruins left inside you.
Cuz I'm still here breathing now
I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
until I'm set free.
Go quiet through the trees.

Cuz you're not coming back
And you're not coming back
No-oo.. No-oo.. No
You're not coming back...
You're not coming back...

Take my breath as your own
Take my eyes to guide you home

Cuz I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
And I'm still here...

Cuz I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
And I'm still here..

Cuz I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
I'm still here breathing now...
And I'm still here..

But you're not coming back.
And you're not coming back.
Cuz you're not coming back
until I'm set free
Go quiet through the trees.
-Low Shoulder

Colin found Needy at the funeral. He stayed in the trees. He did as she asked. It was so devastating. It was hard to keep it together. He wore shades. He didn't want her see him crying.

"Why are you here," she said the moment he sensed that she sensed he was behind her.

"I couldn't help it."

"You have to go away," she whispered.

"Where am I going to go?" He said so sadly. "Look, something happened."

"Like what?" She wouldn't look at him. They were alone far from the others.

"I can do things."

"Oh really?"

"Its this strength."

"What? you're gonna tell me your super emo boy now?" She looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"No. I dunno. Its hard to explain." Colin told her. "Maybe I could help you."

"Colin, please, you have to let me take care of this." She winced.

"But its not your fault. You are better than Jennifer. You always have been. You're smarter and well, you're beautiful."

Needy closed her eyes.

"You have to go." She whispered, and he knew she meant it. He left through the trees.

all alone in an empty room

2009-10-02T01:26:00.003-05:00

Needy made it sound as if he should go on a vacation or something. But he thought of his Dad, and Colin couldn't help but cry a little. He was really sentimental. He was more than that. Not so dark, really.

It was just he didn't know if he could live without black nail polish. And each thing he wore or carried with him, meant something to him. The crucifix stayed with him. He'd found it on the street. It was a comfort to him. After all, he was a pagan at heart.There was the black and red Harry Potter scarf that Lizzy had made him. A fan of his Harry Potter fan fiction where Ron always won.

And of course, his lip ring. He'd wanted to put a hole under his bottom lip some day, even if his Dad had prohibited it. He was waiting for the day when he would be in college and get gages in his ears. He took his piercing seriously. Needy wanted him to forget these things. He didn't know if he could.

While he was thinking these things where he'd taken his nap in the bedroom downstairs not so far from the kitchen, someone ripped through the backdoor. Immediately, Colin was afraid. He felt like an idiot being here in this secluded place. He didn't know what to expect. Should he hide or just try to leave?

What was he waiting for?

Run. Yes, Run for his life. Get in his car and go. That was a plan. Just to escape. But before he could manage to open the bedroom window, some one found him. And he had a shotgun.

Colin's eyes were open wide. And he knew this might be the end. An old man with a guy wanting to shoot a trespasser.

Colin wanted to explain. He really did. But instinct took over. Colin kicked the old man instantly and watched him fly across the livingroom in to the old window.

Colin was shaking. He didn't know if he should be happy or mad, but he took off to his car. No way in hell was he sticking around. And where had this power inside him came from?

a natural course of things

2009-09-30T02:34:00.004-05:00

"Shit." He said under his breath. Just his luck it was Jennifer who was ready to finish him off. He shivered then. He couldn't make the phone number. "Who is this?"

"Its all right. I wanted to know if you were OK." The sweet female voice said.

"Needy?" He winced.

"Everyone thinks you're dead." She told him.

"What? Shit, its Patrick." Colin sighed.

"No one seems to remember him," she said. "Everyone always thought he was you. And you know how you got published in Goth Rot and the Dark Chronicals. So you know, he doesn't even play in band and well, he's a nobody."

"So what are you telling me?" Colin cringed. "I should call home?"

"No," Needy said. "Where are you?"

He tried to explain it.

"Just stay there til this all blows over, you know." Needy told him he'd be safer there than at Devil's Kettle.

"OK." He shrugged. "Do you have a plan?"

"Well, I've been to the library and, it seems Jennifer was in a scarifice gone wrong. She's not a virgin."

"That explains everything, doesn't it?" Colin shook his head, thinking that's how all this craziness started.

"She's just a demon now, eating boys. High school boys." She explained.

"Well, how come I keep seeing her victims in my dreams?" He wanted to know.

"Did she bite you?"

"Yeah." Colin admitted. "I was there when she got Patrick. Is something wrong with me?"

"Don't worry," Needy sounded hopeful. "Its not the end the world. We'll figure something out."

"We will?" Colin squinted.

"Just stay out of sight. Maybe you should, you know, change your look. Be normal as you can be. I promise I'll find you when this over. I have to save Chip. I have this feeling she's coming for him. And, I just have to keep him away from her."

"But I could help." Colin promised. "You're my best friend."

"Really?" Needy sounded surprised. "Chip's my best friend, you know that, Colin."

"Of course." Colin nodded. "Just be careful. OK?"

"I will." She sounded so certain. "You're gonna be OK, Colin."

Colin hoped she was right, but he knew already he wasn't who he used to be.

in dreams

2009-09-28T02:18:00.003-05:00

The coffee didn't help. Colin was so sleepy. He ached for sleep. He could hardly hold his eyes open. Maybe he'd lost too much blood. He didn't think he had. But he didn't really know. He didn't even feel like checking in the car to see how much of a blood bath there was. It was nothing compared to Patrick. In fact there was hardly anything left of him. But then, Colin hadn't exactly waited around to see for sure. He'd ran. Ran like a scared litte thing, he supposed. And now he could hardly hold his head up. A part of him wanted to look from some sort of speed left behind.

Honestly, he was straight edge. Through and through. That's what he'd like so much about Needy. Really, she was perfect. Round glasses and all. But she had Chip. How that happened. He still didn't know. And how he became friends with her still surprised him.

He guessed it was the writing. It was a shock to know she even liked that sort of thing. And well, he hated to admit it, but she was one of his biggest fans. He guessed he was her biggest fan too. But then there was Jennifer. What sort of hold did that bitch have over Needy? Even as he fell in to slumber, he still wondered just what it was. Exactly. Did Needy know what Jennifer had become? Was this her new thrill?

When he dreamed though, it was so alive like he was there, not here. He saw what Jennifer had done to the other victims. He just couldn't shake it. And they were still there like the walking dead in his head. Even Patrick.

"You look like shit, Col." Patrick told him who was blue now and so hideous.

"Yeah, well, you look like shit too." Colin wasn't sure if this was sleep or not. Where was Needy? He needed her. He wanted to reach out to her. Why did he have to be haunted by this sad sort. "Can you tell me! Where am I! What am I suppose to do!"

But they just stared at him without an answer. Just blood dripping. Still dripping. Oozing. Colin felt helpless. "Tell me what am I suppose to do!"

When he awoke he was levitating several feet off the mattress. It was unbelievable. And then his cell rang. He answered it. Thankfully, he hit the mattress as if it were one of those falling dreams and he awoke completely before he hit the ground.

"You're not dead."

where do we go from here

2009-09-26T01:33:00.001-05:00

Colin had driven deep in the forest. Somehow he felt the notion to be out of sight for awhile. See if this thing would just pass. But what if it didn't? What then? He didn't know what to expect. He'd just have to hold on to his crucifix tighter, he guessed.

What if he ended up just like Jennifer? It pained him to think these things. He wasn't a murderer. He didn't want to eat human flesh. Perhaps he could eat animals instead. It was just flesh, wasn't it?

That gave him a grimace too as he thought he'd wait it out at an old abandoned farm house. As it was though, he could smell it out, the remains of a meth lab. There was still electricity too. He could only hope who ever lived there wouldn't come back. At least there was a little left to make it a home. A mattress on the floor. A coffee pot with a few bits of ground coffee left in the bin. He'd make do. He couldn't possibly think of it as home. As it was, he wanted this ache to go away. He so wanted to be normal again. But could he?

He wrestled up some coffee. Perhaps it would help this slight ache behind his temples. He hoped. God, really he felt so alone now. He didn't want to be so alone. But he'd have to hide here and figure this out and hope he wouldn't bring harm to anyone.

Of course, he couldn't get the nasty image of Jennifer out of his head. How she'd came down on Patrick and lusted such carnage. It was so terrifying. It made him shake as he watched the coffee flow through the coffee maker. How did that happen? How could it be? What sort of beast was she?

He sensed something was watching him. Oh, God, he hoped it wasn't Jennifer. His breath tightened. He looked out the corner of his eye. It was a raccoon watching him. Waiting for him to do something.

"Ah!" He yelled so hostile. He meant it. Goddamnit! It whimpered a way. Colin found an almost clean coffee cup and poured him some. He'd have to take it black. Wasn't that the way he liked it? He couldn't remember, exactly.

Wild boys never chose this way

2009-09-24T09:01:00.003-05:00

Colin woke up with a hangover. He guessed that's what it was. It was hard to say. At least he wasn't bleeding. He didn't think, anyway. Of course, he wasn't even sure if he was breathing. What was this feeling? He wasn't drunk. He wasn't high. He had just fled on adrenaline and still he felt infected. Like a bad flu that left him in a sweat.

After the horrific moment, he got in his car and drove like a mad man out of town, listening to Duran Duran's Wild Boys. He was going to get as far from that thing as he could. But now when he thought about it, maybe it was just a bad dream. That's what it was.

He'd never really liked Jennifer, anyway. She was so shallow and how awful she treated Anita. Calling her Needy all the time. And now that's all they called her. Needy. He didn't know how many times he wanted to save Needy somehow, but she had Chip and well, he hoped Chip would turn her around and forget the Bitch from hell, Jennifer.

But then again. Jennifer was so haute and would probably give it up to anyone. Now wouldn't she? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know. And yet, well, for creative purposes he thought he might be a one time voyeur. As it was, he'd walked on that day when Jennifer almost asked him out. She was really such a stupid slut. He'd had a good laugh about it, but then when he heard from his Emo pal Patrick that she really needed some company that night. He was skeptical.

"Are you really sure you really want to skank a skank, like that?" But then again, Patrick was in to torture, now wasn't he? She'd probably bring along sex toys and do things Colin would never imagine.

"I can take it, and you know it." Patrick had said with a sneer who dressed a lot like Colin, who looked a good bit like him too. People often thought they were twins, but what they didn't know, well, Patrick stepped it up a notch with the cutting and what not. Really, Colin felt like such a wimp around him. He'd rather be writing. Usually, alone. Wishing, Needy would forget Jennifer. Chip too.

But then Colin thought he'd follow Patrick that night. Just see how much Patrick could take. Big mistake. And that was the night he saw what Jennifer could do. And she almost devoured Colin too. Almost. But he guessed she was full of Patrick. Colin got away with just a bite on the shoulder. And now, he felt like shit.