It's been a few weeks without Dean. I ignored his texts, his calls, his voice. Everything. There was no way he could redeem himself. I was done. My heart was done being torn and ripped and shattered. At first I had it from myself, and then my family, I didn't need it from him too. That day I came home from school crying, Dad, Gabriel, and Raphael immediately asked what was wrong. I pulled away from their grasps and ran up to my room. Every picture I had on my dresser of Dean, or of both of us, I tossed it across the room. I tore down the pictures he drew me. I threw the letters and poems he'd wrote to me on the floor. I fell to my bed, crying and screaming. I didn't stop. Dean was my light and joy, and he broke me; just like that. Every time I would hear Gabriel or Raphael knock on my door to check on me, I would scream at them to leave me alone. It was cruel, but i didn't care. I was a broken soul, who's lost it's will to carry on.

Eventually, I stopped crying. I just layed there in bed. Not wanting to move. Or eat. Or sleep. I just stayed there. Staring at the ceiling. Or at the wall. Or at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. I missed school for a couple days, not caring about the classes i missed. Dad would peek his head in through my door, just to see if I did anything different. And when he'd see that I haven't, he would sigh and close my door again. I gripped the necklace. Out of all the things Dean has given me, that stayed right where it was. Around my neck. I never took it off. And I kept wondering why. I stroked it with my thumb, but I didn't dare to open it. I sighed, thinking of how pointless life is. How miserable I was. How useless I became to be. I lost my pride and joy. I lost my smile. I lost my green beautiful eyes. I buried my faced in my pillow, attempting a few times to suffocate myself, but then I would turn over and cry about it. Killing myself wouldn't do me any good. It'll just make me appear weaker than I already was.

Today, I sit in class. Slowly working on my assignments, answering softly whenever the teacher called on me, and never taking my eyes off the ground. Dean eventually gave up trying to get to me, I would've just ignored him. My hair was messier than ever, my trenchcoat was wrinkled, and I was pale. I refused to eat. I refused to sleep. I couldn't. I just couldn't. And it was slowly draining me. Jo would try and comfort me, but i wouldn't budge. Most of the time I wouldn't answer her. Or look at her. I didn't want her dragged along with this. She was her own free spirit. The last thing is want for her is to be anchored by my depression.

I dragged when I walked in the hallways. I could care less of the people who bumped into me. I stared at the floor, ignoring those who tried to say hi to me. I felt like depression was grabbing onto me, and purposely hanging off my body like a ball and chain. I can just hear some of the older, meaner kids say jokes about Cymbolta or another medicine like Fluoxetine. I would brush them off, they were so clique already. I knew I was made fun of. I couldn't blame them, I would laugh at a joke like me too. The boy who was scared of water and lost his swimming boyfriend. Oh look. How funny.

At swim practice, Coach would just tell me to do a couple of things, and then I would sit on the bench that was near the wall. He'd call me once or twice every half hour. He'd asks me what was wrong with me; and i wouldn't answer. Then he would brush off the question. Instead, he would tell me to go get his phone he left in his coat in the locker room, so he could record the swimmers. I would drag my way over there. Today, I was the first one in the swimming area. It was calm and quiet. But suddenly, I felt someone wrap their arm around me. Then they lifted my chin up with their fingers.

"Hey there Mr. Manager!" It was Lucifer. I scoffed and cocked my head off his hand. And pulled my body out from under him.

"What do you want? I'm busy." I asked, coldly.

"Oh, why you gotta act like that? I was only saying hi." He smiled a devilish smile. I didn't trust him one bit. Over the months I've seen the way he acted, he was nothing but pure trouble.

"Hello. Now, get back to practice..." I said, making my way around him.

"Whoa! Whoa!" He cut in front of me. His shirtless self and jammers blocking me. "You're not Coach Crowley. You can't tell me what to do."

"No I can't, but I can make him tell you, if you like." I said, full sarcasm in my voice.

"Baby,"   He said. That struck me like a sword. He fixed my trenchcoat collar. "You don't need to tell coach anything."

"Don't call me that..." I looked off to the side, my voice softening.

"Oh? Did I remind you, of someone?" His fingers traced down my collar. His expression changed to curiosity. "What's this?" He pulled out the chain of the necklace Dean gave me.

"Don't touch that!" I smacked his hand away. He chuckled, as he walked up to me, placing both hands on my shoulders.

"Cassie, Cassie, Cassie. I know your little mishap." He said, starting to circle around me.

"What are you talking about?" I swallowed hard, feeling his evil aura surround me.

"You're little..." He leaned into my ear behind me. "Break up." He sent cold chills down my spine. I started to tremble. He was so scary.

"Please.... don't bring that up...." I asked, softly. He burst into laughter as he grabbed my sides, turning me around to face him. He slid his hands down to my waist.

"Don't I just remind you of someone? Someone who would hold you so close?" He taunted, bringing me up to his chest, as he purposely put his forehead against mine.

"Lucifer, let me go!" I  whimpered, to weak to push him away.

"How about we go at it Cassie?" He put his mouth on my ear. "I promise I'll use enough lube for you."

"Let me go!" I tried to fight against him. "Stop! Leave me alone!" He snickered mischievously.

"Fine." He released me. I fixed my glasses, and corrected my sleeves.

"You're lucky I'm too careless to report you for sexual harassment." I muttered.

"Oh? A threat huh?" He chuckled. "How's this for a threat?"  He  slammed me against the wall and pulled down my trenchcoat.

"W-What are you doing?!" I asked, frightened.

"Getting rid of the most important thing to you." I looked down to me.

"If you're talking about my virginity, that's another thing Dean beat you to. Besides becoming the best swimmer on the team." I smart mouthed. I knew he hated Dean. I could see it whenever he looked at him. I could tell that he was filled with envy because of how good Dean was.

"Shut up!" He yelled at me. "I wasn't talking about that!"

"Then what hot shot? My Doctor Who shirt? Because that's at home on a golden pedestal."  I rolled my eyes.

"Not that either."  He smiled. "This." He popped my necklace of my neck and held it up high. I gasped.

"Hey!" I cried. "Give that back!" I tried to reach for it. To a point, I thought was useless, because he was much taller than me.

"Why? I thought you broke up with that dickhead! Why would you want this?" He dangled it purposely, so I could jump and try to grab it.

"Just cause!" Was all I could respond. When i new the real answer.

"No, no. You still love him!" Lucifer mocked. "That's why you still wear this poor excuse of a gift."

"Stop it! You're annoying!" I huffed.

"Yes I am." He looked to the side. "Let's see how much you really still love him, shall we?" Then he ran.

"Hey! Lucifer! Come back!" I chased after him. We actually ran around the pool at least twice. I was already panting, I didn't like to run. Plus, he was much faster than I'll ever be.

"Gotta catch up Cassie!" He continued to mock me. I started to get mad.

"Give me back my necklace!" I yelled. Right now, we're the only ones in the pool area. Everyone else was either changing or getting into the locker room. Then I saw him climb up the tallest diving board. Ha! I got him now. Lucifer doesn't dive! I climbed the ladder, and walked onto the board.

"Oh! So you would come up here!" He said, a bit surprised.

"I want my necklace back!" I replied firmly. A grin grew on his lips.

"You mean this one?" He dangled it over the edge of the diving board. I gasped again, unbelieving that I fell for his trap.

"Lucifer!" I begged. "Please! No! I-- I'm completely terrified of water!" I blurted out. He laughed aloud.

"Oh, believe me...." his sharp eyes cut me. "I know."

The world slowed down again.

I saw the chain fall from Lucifer's hand. And at reaction, I ran after it, and jumped off the diving board. I reached out for the necklace, and grabbed it. I held it closely to me. It took me a moment to realize what I just did. Before I knew it, all I heard was this:

Splash!