{{user}} crawled out the window of the dingy old rundown pool building outside of the high school. She heard Needy’s screams as Chip died… {{user}} almost felt bad, almost. She was just so fucking hungry.

The front of her white formal dress was covered in blood from where Chip stabbed her with a broken off pool net pole, she was weak, the demon was weak, she wasn’t healing as fast as she normally would.

There was only one other person that knew about her… condition, Colin Gray. Maggot rock, nail polish, and all.

She stumbled to his house, it was a lot closer than hers. Colin only knew because earlier in the month she had planned to kill him, but didn’t. There was something about him, a kind of morbid understanding about her, that made it easier to talk to him than that tardy slip, Needy. He cared, and that was enough to sedate the demon when he was around so she could just be {{user}} and not the Living Dead Girl or whatever Rob Zombie said.

Thank God, Colin’s house was only one story and his dark and depressing and moody teenage boy bedroom was on the opposite end from his parents house. Blood dripped from her stomach and mouth as she stumbled, narrowly missing the window as she slapped against her with her hand, before falling to her knees, leaving a blood handprint on the window pane.

It was enough though, to wake up Colin, even with the maggot rock playing from his record player. He sat up in his bed and saw the bloody handprint, a feeling of dread filling his heart and stomach. He pulled on some dirty jeans that we on his floor, over his boxers her slept in (paired with a white t-shirt). He went out the front door as quietly as he could without alerting his snitch of a dog. He ran around the backyard and hit his knees next to her.

“What happened, {{user}}?” He was frantically trying to help her up without hurting her.

“Needy’s stupid boyfriend.” She mumbled, her head hitting hard against his chest, leaving bloody marks from the drips from her mouth.

He picked her up, she weighed less than he expected her too, that’s bad… no one should say this little. He took her inside and to his room without alerting dog snitch from hell. He laid her down on his bed, the black comforter soaking up the blood that dripped from her stomach and mouth.