Hello! Thank you for clicking on my story :D The following story is rated M just to be safe. There will be some mentions of some adult themes (cutting, depression, eating disorders, etc.) so you have been warned. I hope you enjoy the story and I will try to update as much as possible. This story takes place right after the season two mystery is over.

Nina sat on the couch in the common room, writing in her diary. Excuse me, her journal. No one else was around and she had never liked being alone. There she sat, pen in hand and notebook draped across her lap. She loved everything creative; writing, drawing, and when she felt especially alone sometimes that was what she did.

Today is new but this place feels old

History is always unraveling around me

But I just don't feel like a part of anything anymore

Nina closed her notebook as the front door slammed, slipping it into her bag to be returned to her bedroom later. Wondering who walked through the door of the creaky house that so many of the students called their home, Nina craned her head in an attempt to see. She blushed as she got glimpse of Fabian's hair and quickly slipped headphones that were not attached to anything into her ears to make it seem like she wasn't looking.

"Nina?" Fabian asked, not noticing the headphones in her ears. She pretended she couldn't hear him and moved her head to the beat of a song in her head.

"NINA?" Fabian yelled and Nina removed an earphone from her ear. She smiled and moved her feet so he could sit next to her. And he did.

"Hey," Nina said in an attempt to be nonchalant and took the earphone out, putting them in her bag. She couldn't help but grin and look at the ground. Fabian's hand immediately moved to life her face up and her eyes widened as she noticed something.

"Fabian..." she said as she grabbed his arm and stared at his wrist. "I don't..."

Patricia walked through the halls, her head twitching around despite her attempts to keep it down. She hadn't seen Eddie in a while and she was starting to rely on him more and more to keep her self confidence up.

She had just eaten lunch in the cafeteria and suddenly regretted it. Did she have something in her teeth? Did she look fat? Had something stained her shirt? No matter how hard she tried to be inconspicuous, eyes clung to her anyway and she bumped into people as she made her way to the bathroom.

Hooking her bag onto the hook on the inside of the stall, she slid against the door and sat, hugging her knees to her chest. Reluctant tears rolled down her cheeks, making her angry with herself for not being able to handle the pressure of being at school for lunch. Everyone else she really trusted had gone off campus or back to the house. She was stupid. And ugly. And no one liked her.

She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her white shirt, not caring about the black makeup that stained. Trudy would wash it out, no questions asked. She got used to the black marks on her shirts by now.

This was a daily routine; eating lunch, regretting it and getting rid of it. It was simple as that. Really.

After she was sure there was no one else in the bathroom, she started retching into the toilet, sticking her finger down her throat like she had done so many times before.

The stall door was pried upon much to her dismay, and her eyes widened as she turned around to see who had stumbled upon her.

Joy hated herself. Everyone else hated her too. It was just that simple. After the whole Jackal scandal, no one really looked at her the same way again. People just thought she was some lying creep. And maybe she was.

She looked herself over in the mirror, Trudy having letting her go to school late after some little lie of not feeling well and barely getting any sleep the night before.

Her hair was a few shades darker now, and perfectly straight. She had encased her eyes with thick lines of makeup, adding to the new here she was going for. She was wearing a tank top that was barely following the student dress code and pants that were so ripped there were barely even pants.

Her lips were bright red and there was a cigarette case and a lighter in her front pocket. She hadn't meant to get addicted. But it was just so easy.

She walked outside, looked around and saw that no one was there. She took the cigarette case out of her pocket and took one out, replacing in her pocket easily. She lit the cigarette and took a long drag, closing her eyes as she breathed the toxic fumes in.

She nearly dropped the lit cigarette when she heard a voice behind her.

"That'll kill you ya know," someone said.

She shrugged and kept walking, not even bothering to try and figure out who the voice was or even if it was male or female.

She took more drags as she walked to the school, putting the flames out as she reached the buses in front of it. She walked in the front doors, looked both ways and walked into the school. People stared, she didn't care. It was better to be noticed for the new her than the old, sleazy her.

She walked into the bathroom quietly, checking herself in the mirror again when she heard a retching sound from a stall. Curiosity got the better of her and she pried open the door, seeing Patricia sitting on the floor and looking pretty desperate.

Fabian hadn't meant to do it.

He couldn't take the feeling

That he was never good enough,

For anyone.

So that's Chapter 1. I have to log off now because my mom's yelling at me but I might be able to get another chapter up this weekend. Did you like? Wanna review? Give me suggestions? AWESOME! Thanks in advance!

~tacos2468