going down singing

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He didn't give a fuck what Jenna had to say. She interrupted him. He was about to put the needle in when she knocked on the door. He knew she was trying to help. But she was in the way. He didn't even want to answer the door. He knew she was walking up, because he could see from his bedroom door. If his sister hadn't fucking opened the door, everything would have been fine. And if Jenna hadn't fucking come over, then the door wouldn't have been answered. They would learn. He would teach them a lesson. He didn't want company. How hard was that to understand? Were they that retarded? He hadn't been able to get his fix all day. The house was busy and he kept being called downstairs. He wished they hadn't rushed and built that ramp. Then, at least he'd have an excuse for staying in his room.

All Jenna did was talk his ear off, anyways. Matt sat there, watching her go on and on about her "bestie." Marissa. He didn't care. Hadn't he made that clear? The only reason he didn't dump her ass was because he'd have to actually be near her to do that. He wanted to be as far away from the bitch as possible. He was stuck in this fucking wheelchair because of her! And Jenna wanted him to apologize? Hell, no. He wanted to apologize to Jonathan for helping her get out of there alive. What was she thinking, taking the gun to his house? Face it, his girlfriend belonged in Special ed. But when he told that to Jenna, She grabbed his armrests to his wheelchair, called him a dick and said that she was going to do him a favor and not tell Marissa what he had just said.

But then, Jenna said something else. She was going on about how she had to worry enough about being murdered in her sleep because her mom just had to take in a psychotic bitch from Juvie. And to be honest, she was truly scared of Shanna. And she didn't need to worry about her best friend because her boyfriend was being an asshole. And that was when Matt's head jerked up. Shanna. The girl he met. Now, that was a girl worth being with. He had to get to her. But first, he had to get his heroin fix. So, grabbing her wrists, he forced her to let go of the wheelchair. The blond whimpered, said he was hurting her. He said good, now get out, and let go. She rubbed her wrists, but already, the bruises were starting to show. But she did leave. And that was all that Matt cared about.

Back in his room, he grabbed the needle he had prepared and stabbed his leg with it. He never put the needle in his arm if he could help it. After all, nobody was going to look at his legs. As soon as he had injected all of it, he grabbed his jacket and called out to his sister that he was leaving, and he'd be back. He went in the opposite direction that he really should be going. Not to Marissa. Never to Marissa. Instead, he haded to the DiMarco house. It wasn't a long way, and before he knew it, he was sitting there, staring up at the house. It had started to rain, and he was sitting in his chair, soaked. But all he cared about was the brunette he spotted in one of the windows.

The last time he had done this, he was only trying to get attention. He hadn't intentionally broken a window. This time, it was his aim. He bent down, grabbed a rock, and threw it as hard as he could, breaking the window Shanna was at. "Hey! Shanna!" he called to her, before grabbing another one and throwing it, hoping it would land on the floor near her. "Hey, Juvie Queen!" he called once more. He hoped she would come out. Or let him in. Or something.

[Shanna Cece Robinson]

Shanna could be a real bitch. That much she was sure of. And to be completely honest, she did not care once so ever. She didn’t want friends or a family. She did not want to get close to anyone. Allowing yourself to get close was only a one way ticket to be hurt. And that was something that Shanna would never allow happen to her. No one really knew her. And that was just perfectly fine by the fourteen year old Juvenile Delinquent. She’s been sleeping around with certain type of boys since the age of twelve. She’d have a one night stand and never think about that boy again. Even if they did nothing but think about her. She just did not really care about other people’s feelings. They never really cared about her, so why should she even care about any of them?

After getting out of the shower, Shanna walked into the room she was sleeping in in just her towel. She did not even care that her window blinds were even open. She did not care if people saw her like this. She pulled out her faded blue jeans and spaghetti strapped black top and changed into them. While changing, that was when she heard something break. But she ignored it and sat down on her bed, putting on her high tops. That was when a rock landed by her foot. She stood up and walked over to the window, opening it and looking down. Oh great. It was him. She rolled her eyes and looked down at him. What was his name again? “Dude, what the hell are you doing here?”