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Life is tough, the economy is unstable, they have work to do and they need some free time for themselves too. In horror movies, they'll make an appearance in the beginning and then maybe or maybe not towards the end.

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Nope, the parents don't usually care and if it is a TV series, we'll probably see a glimpse of them somewhere around the season finale. It doesn't matter if the kid is being bullied at school, or is contemplating suicide, or taking drugs or doing bad in studies. Just where are the parents?Ī lot could be going into a teenager's life and the parents are blissfully unaware. There is something about young adult horror movies that I don't get. Salali laughed at him, and let me have the privacy of not asking what was in the bag.PLOT SUMMARY: Four friends summon the Queen of Spades and end up being the target of evil forces. I unwrapped the squeaky toy and tossed it inside, letting the scarred puppy chase after it, h*** bent on squeaker destruction. I had done it, I had walked to the store without someone there with me and I HADN'T gone into a panic attack! All it took was self-distraction and Monster. I mocked, the self taunting actually kept me from freaking out about being so exposed outside. With a self-mocking scoff I grabbed my bag and went to retrieve my dog. The clerk didn't even bat an eyelash scanning it through and I felt like an idiot for thinking people would stare at me and mock. Which is why I never spent more than $5 on them.Įventually I managed to 'sneak' my item of interest into the basket and walked to the front, grateful that the sun glasses ensured no eyecontact. He loved chasing them, but the noise seemed to disturb him and he inevitably tore the toy to pieces. Monster had gotten into the adorable and deplorable habit of biting the ends off his toys to get at the squeaker. As always when I came out here I picked up dog treats and a toy that squeaked. I tossed a stick of deoderant into my basket, some packs of gum. but.no.what if? My mind babbled as I stared blankley at the hair dye, building up my courage to grab what I'd really come here for. I knew what I'd come here for, but there was no way I just rushed over and grabbed it. Stepping inside the Shopper's Drugmart, I grabbed a basket and wandered down the aisles, taking my time. If it was hot enough for me to want to go dunk in a pool, it had to be worse for Monster, he has a permanent fur coat. Some people just tie their animals up and leave them for hours, but I'm not that cruel. I tied Monster up to the bike post outside and left a frisbee upside down with water for him, incase I was in there longer than expected. I'm out of my mind for even thinking it.but what if.

See, I had a theory bouncing around the back of my mind, and I needed to test it. Monster didn't care, he just tugged me along, ever closer to the shop at the end of the street. I stared down at my feet, only just realizing that I'd put on two different shoes. God I'm sick of people looking at me like that. THAT one, where you can see the wheels in their heads turning, trying to come up with a scenario that would explain the injuries and fit their world view. I had big sunglasses and a ball cap stuffed on my head to try and hide the stitches, but people kept giving me that look.

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It was hot enough out that winter jackets had been discarded, skin exposed for the sun to kiss. that's why I was walking down the street. It all added to the guilt I carried and weighed me down. Knowing that we had to lie, that they had been hurt for me. The rest we just tweaked the details of the attack so people believed the lies. He lied and told everyone I was his girlfriend, and that I had seen them together and had called for both men. Our saving grace, as always it seemed, was West. Malcolm and West had come to resuce me, and people wanted to know why my teacher had been the one to fight off and kill my attacker, they were suspicious as to why I had called for him. Although that had opened it's own can of worms.

Malcolm had killed the sick son of a b****. That fact was the beacon of my sanity, the only reason the panic attacks and nightmares had any hope of ending. I could feel the muscles in my stomach quake, but I managed to take a few deep breaths and calm down. The hospital therapist had suggested I try to derail the thoughts that usually led to a panic attack. Considering how threatening my life has been. Because as soon as anyone came near me, Monster reverted to his quiet, sentinel like stare, making sure no threat came near me. It was always amusing to see him like this, yappy and friendly. Monster strained on his leash, nearly pulling me down the street as the no-longer small puppy wanted to go investigate. I will try to delienate her internal thoughts by making them italics. A/N: This is done in Alice's POV, as a first person chapter.