Jane's POV

~MEMORY~

I walked through the long hallways of Bryant Middle School, my journal clutched to my chest.

It was lunch time, and there was this girl that looked so lonely, so...isolated.  I wanted to talk with her.

I walked into the lunch room, wincing slightly at the loud chatter of the other 7th graders and a few 8th graders.

I looked around for her and saw her sitting alone at the end of a table away from everyone else.

Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back by a purple scrunchie, and she was reading and eating.  Her glasses sat beside her food.  She was also an 8th grader.

I walked over and sat across from her.

She looked up and stared at me for a bit.

I could tell that she was judging me.  I don't blame her.  She's probably the type who is reluctant to make friends.

She nodded at me and returned to her book.

I waited for her to finish that particular chapter before speaking.

"Hi!"

She looked up from her book and smiled.  "Hey."

She glanced back down at her book before dog-earring the page and closing the book.

"I'm Jane.  What's your name?"

Her eyes showed slight shock.

"I-I'm Becca."

I smiled.  "Oh, yeah!  I remember you!  We were in Mrs. Curlin's choir class!"

"...Oh, yeah!  You were on the back row with Ant and Joy."  She replied, a hint of a smile on her face.

I looked around a bit.  "Do you have any friends?"

I looked back at her to see her grimacing.  "N-No....I'm...not really liked around here.  I've got a bad reputation with a lot of people."

"How so?"

"I...was a really bad kid in elementary.  I was mean."

"Are you mean now?"

She frowned.  "I try not to be.  Whenever I try to make friends...I find out that they're friends with those people who I have a bad reputation with.  Not to mention my personality isn't exactly...liked."

The lunch bell rang.

"Can I sit with you tomorrow, Becca?"

She looked at me like I was a present she'd wanted all her life.  "I-If you want to!"

I smiled at her and left, walking to my next class.

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The next day, I sat with her again.

She looked up and smiled.  "Hi, Jane."

"Hey, Becca."

She closed her book and looked at me, studying me.  "Why...do you want to sit with me?  No one ever wants to."

I thought for a second.  "Well...I like to make friends with those people who seem lonely.  Not out of pity, but because they are like me."

"You're lonely?"

I nodded.  "I have a unique personality.  I'm serious about my work, yet I'm carefree otherwise."

She gasped.  "Oh my God, SAME!  People laugh at me when I tell them to be quiet so I can work.  I have ADHD, so distractions are more...well, distracting to me."

The bell rang.  We'd been talking for a while!

She stood up and slipped her backpack on.  "Bye, Jane.  ...See you tomorrow?"

I nodded.  "Definitely."

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That's when we became friends.  And then close friends.  And then best friends.

A few days before I got taken, Becca had come up to me.  Gerrin was sick that day.

"HEY, JANE.  I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU...THANK YOU."  Her phone droned.

"For what?"

"FOR BEING MY FRIEND.  WITHOUT YOU, I'D STILL BE THAT LONELY, READING-BOOKS-ALL-THE-TIME BECCA.  BECAUSE OF YOU, I'M MORE OPEN AND FREE.  YOU'VE CHANGED MY LIFE, JANE, AND YOU'RE KEEPING ME THIS WAY.  IF YOU EVER LEFT...THINGS WOULD GO TO CRAP FOR ME."

I smiled.  "Awww...I'm honored that I've influenced you life so heavily in a good way.  I'll always be there for you, Becca.  We can talk about anything."

She hugged me tightly.  "THANK YOU SO MUCH."

I smiled warmly.  "Always."     (HARRY POTTER REFERENCE FTW!!!!!!)

~END OF MEMORY~

My eyes flew open when I heard screaming.  Pained screaming.  Familiar screaming.  RACHEL SCREAMING.

"RACHEL!!"  I yelled.

I jumped up and started slamming on the iron door.  "LEAVE HER ALONE!!!"  I screamed.

I was then greeted by silence, followed by a bloodcurdling scream from Rachel, and then silence once again.

I feared the worst.

Rachel's POV

(WARNING:  RACHEL WAS BEING A BRAT TODAY AND I'M SUPER MAD AT HER, SO NOW BOOK HER IS GONNA SUFFER >:D  MAY OR MAY NOT BE SOME SLIGHT GORE  *Cough cough* WILL BE *Cough*)

"N-NO! D-Don't touch m-me!" I cried.  I kept backing up, trying to get away from the crazy killer woman with red eyes.

She jumped at me and grabbed my shirt, pulling me in close.  I felt something sharp on my forehead.

"Let's give that pretty face a few flaws, shall we?"  She whispered scarily.

(BLOOD GORE PART.  #SORRYNOTSORRY)

The knife pressed harder into my forehead, eventually going into it slightly.  It hurt.  A LOT.

I wiggled around, trying to make it stop, but she was too strong.

The knife was dragged around my face, probably leaving a huge scar in its path.

I was screaming the whole time.  It hurt so much.

Please.  Make it stop!

She kept going until she reached my chin.

She pulled off slowly and looked at the knife.  My blood was on it.

Without a word, she stuck the knife back onto my forehead and drug it down the other side.

I kept screaming.

She once again stopped at my chin and pulled off.  Hot liquid was on my face.  Probably blood.

"S-Stop, p-p-please...."  I whimpered.  It hurt.

She let go of my shirt and grabbed my throat, throwing me onto the ground.  I yelled a bit as the cuffs and my wrists hit my back.

She didn't push down hard enough to choke me, but it was enough to keep me down.

The knife came closer to my left eye.  I stared at it and then at the woman's eyes.

Tears were falling down my face.  I was really scared.

"Why do you need 2 eyes anyway?"

Before I could understand what she was saying, her knife poked into my eye, turned, and ripped it out.

There was a moment that I felt numb before the pain set in.

I screamed so loud...my dimension probably heard me.

I shut both my eyes...well, eye.  I could feel that weird string thingie that was connected to my brain when I closed my left side.

Tears were waterfalling down my face now.  Some of it was hot.

I felt my left eye place being opened, and someone grabbed the string thingie, picking it up easily and pushing it into the hole I have in my face now.

My whole face was numb.  My whole body was numb.  Except there.  Except my eye place.

I opened my right eye a little bit to see the woman leaning over me.  Her eyes weren't red anymore, though.  They were purple with green circled around the purple.  That's pretty....

She smiled and picked me up.  I closed my right eye and accidentally fell asleep.

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MWAHAHAHAAAAA!!!  I FEEL SO EVIL!!  I REGRET NOTHING!!

I probably will later, though.  :P

Smash that vote button at hyper speeds, Hyperfans!

-Becca  <3