Shelby and Isabel walked together in front of the school, laughing over the croquet game they had just finished. Practically skipping out of the building was Julchen, who quickly intercepted them.

"Hey guys. Missed you after 8th period." She stated with a forced pleasant voice, holding a clipboard to her stomach as she looked over the other girls with gleaming red eyes.

Shelby nodded, swinging her croquet mallet up on her shoulder. "We were avoiding you."

"Yeah, what you did to me sucked." Isabel stated, though she held herself stiffly in the albino's presence.

Julchen's face strained to stay composed. "It's all water under the bridge. Here," she passed the clipboard to a confused Isabel, "I need you to sign this."

"What is that?" Shelby asked suspiciously.

"It's a petition to declare a day of remembrance to honor the victims of suicide." Julchen stated in a sad tone. "I've gotten everybody to sign it, even the losers." She smiled. Isabel flipped through the pages to find the signature page and signed.

"I'm not signing that." Shelby stated defiantly, glaring at Julchen.

"Shelby, why are you pulling my dick?" Julchen raised a brow, her eyes narrowing. "It was your boyfriend's idea."

"VP's idea?" Shelby whispered.

"He made up the signature sheet and everything." Julchen explained, taking the petition sheet from Isabel and passing it to Shelby.

Shelby stared at it in utter confusion, her mind churning for possible answers. She had no idea what his angle was, but she didn't want to think about VP anymore than she had to. She passed the petition back to an irritated Julchen. "Look, I don't know what VP is up to but, please, just throw this away."

Julchen took it back, looking over the words with boredom. "Not a chance, I'll just fake your signature like I did with Katyusha Dumptruck." She shrugged, before smiling at Shelby. "She's in no shape to sign anything today..."

Shelby froze. "Why not?"

"It was on the radio." Julchen smiled, and suddenly Shelby felt a rush of cold air sting her back. "She took a belly flop off the Old Mill Bridge last night, holding a suicide note." Julchen laughed, Isabel glancing at her sadly.

Shelby's face lost all color as she covered her mouth. "Oh my God, is she dead?!"

"Just some broken bones." Julchen rolled her eyes. "Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and FAILING miserably." With that, she walked away, jerking her head for Isabel to follow. She did defeatedly, leaving Shelby alone in her grief.

Well, not quite.

"Yo, girl, keep it together." Three voices cooed behind her, and she turned right into the ghosts of Francine, Jett, and Alfred, before speed walking to the hospital. "I knew you would come far. Now you're truly our sister. Smell how gangsta you are." They hissed in her ear. She arrived at the hospital, and made her way to Katyusha's room.

Tears fell down her face as her eyes laid upon her friend, who was wrapped in casts, her limbs elevated via attachments on the ceiling. Shelby grabbed her hand, shaking. "Katyusha, I'm so sorry..."

"Yo, girl, feel a bit punchy?" The trio sang as Alfred drifted up into Shelby's face. She turned quickly away, gaining speed as she made her way home in an attempt to escape the ghosts. Jett managed to float before her, phony sympathy on his face as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. "She's not looking so well." The boys fell back as they neared Shelby's house, Francine replacing them. "Still, you've earned that red scrunchie." She smiled as they reached the front doors, holding out her arms as a mix of blood and drain cleaner flowed excessively out of her mouth and down her chin. "Come join Francine in HELL."

Shelby opened the door through Francine and stepped inside, slamming the door behind her. She jumped when a voice yelled at her from behind, and she turned to face her parents. "Where have you been?" Her father demanded. The ghosts of the trio floated into the house, Francine hanging out above Shelby's shoulder as Jett and Alfred lounged near Shelby's dad and mom respectively.

"We've been worried sick!" Shelby's mother shouted, Alfred imitating her movements and pretending to say the same thing, though exaggerated. "Your friend VP stopped by. He told us everything."

Shelby's face paled, looking at the ghosts of the boys. "E-everything?"

"Your depression. Your thoughts of suicide." Her father yelled, Jett taking his chance to imitate the man.

"He even showed us your copy of Moby Dick." Shelby's mom stated in a flustered manner, Alfred still mirroring her as she passed the book to Shelby. She flipped through it in astonishment. The handwriting looked exactly like her's, but she didn't own Moby Dick.

Francine looked over her shoulder, smiling snidely. "He's got your handwriting down cold." She observed with malice.

"Please, honey. Talk to us!" Shelby's mom and Alfred begged.

Shelby shook her head, taking a step back. "No, you wouldn't understand!"

"Try me!" The two exclaimed. "I've experienced everything you're going through right now!"

Francine and Jett leaned into her ears. "Guess who's right down the block?" She stiffened.

"You're problems seem like life and death."

"Guess who's climbing the stairs?"

"I promise, they're not!"

"Guess who's picking your lock?"

Shelby glared at her parents. "You don't know what my world looks like!" She hissed, before pushing her way forward and running to the staircase.

"TIME'S UP! GO SAY YOUR PRAYERS!" The trio shouted, before following the girl upstairs as she rushed to her room. "Shelby's running on, running on fumes now. Shelby's totally fried! Shelby's gotta be trippin' on 'schrooms now, thinking that she can hide!" Shelby burst into her room. Behind the curtains of her window, she could see a shadowy figure picking the lock. "Shelby's done for, there's no doubt now, notify next of kin!" Shelby ran to the closet of her room, locking herself in and leaning against the door. "Shelby's trying to keep him out now!" The three floated through the door and grabbed Shelby's shoulders. "TOO LATE! He got in..."

"Knock knock!" VP's voice floated into the room as Shelby heard a thud as he landed on her bedroom floor. She gritted her teeth, her fist clenching. "Sorry to come in through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know!" VP teased, alluding to his and Shelby's first night together.

"Get out of my house!" Shelby shouted, trying to hold back her tears.