The wooden steps cringe under my feet. The paints on the walls are almost non-existent. From here I can catch the smell of the walls' decaying wood. I try to look inside however nothing but darkness pierces through the large holes on the glass. The same window I've seen my best friend watch the injustice that was being done to me without being able to do anything.

I take a step back when the black painted door suddenly springs open. My nails dig on the post, holding up my weight.

From all the times I've been here, I've never felt so much despair and rage coming from this place. I can feel them flowing around, trying to devour my soul like hungry hyenas in a hot desert.

The door immediately slam shut as soon when I reach inside. The darkness envelops me eagerly like a life-sentenced prisoner seeing freedom coming in his lonely cell. With clumsy hands, I search for the light switch. The more time I spend in the darkness, the shallower my breathing is becoming.

Finally, I find it. The lights chase the darkness away but the chilling air in the room that makes my skin crawl is still present. The more I see the more puzzled I am. The interior hasn't changed a bit. The same sunshine yellow paint covers the walls and the same beige couches stand in the middle of the living room surrounding a glass coffee table supporting the same flower vase Brandon had broken a few weeks ago.

The only object out of place is the framed picture of my mother and I hooked to the wall by the stairs.

I approach it with caution. I don't know how this picture got here. Ever since the day Steven had gifted me with this cabin, he made sure it was bare of anything relevant of my mother. He was serious about it being mine and only mine which is why that's the only thing he left to my name after he disowned me.

It's like a token for his hold on me. Never mind the distance between us, Steven has owned more than half of me ever since the day he met my mother and there's no taking it back. Good or bad, he will always be a part of me, my life, and my memories.

While I'm still a few inches away from the picture, a threatening growl shake the entire cabin. The picture falls down, the frame breaking in multiple pieces. Something puffs its hot breath on me making the hair on the back of my neck rises to attention.

I crouch down with slow movements to take a large piece of broken glass between my sweaty palms. The sharp edge slices open my tender flesh as I get up. I twirl around only to come face-to-face with a deformed version of Steven Reel.

He's wearing an orange jumpsuit. His white skin has turned a pale greenish color with his blue veins showing through it. The nails at the end of his almost bony hands are made of sharp pointed knifes. The blond hair he used to be so sensible about keeping clean has now falling off. Only a few strands continue to hang on his half rotten skull.

"Stupid bitch," he growls. A yellow liquid drips from his black mouth down to his ripped shirt. "I told you not to tell. You made me a monster."

I step back. His gray eyes has changed into two lifeless black holes desperate to suck the humanity out of me.

"All you had to do was to be quiet and you failed. Now, I'm going to get my pay back."

He lifts his right hand up as to slap me but I duck under it and run to the door screaming. I throw the glass on the floor and open the door. There's nothing there. Darkness has taken over the world, leaving me alone to die under Steven's hands.

A sharp pain at my heart takes me suddenly. I look down and there's one of Steven's knife piercing my body. Gushes of blood pour out of me as he begins to run his other knifes on any visible skin. Blood streams down my clothes unto the floor.

"Rachel, Rachel," I hear my father call me.

I want to run to him but I'm helpless in Steven's hands. The knife begins to twist inside my ribcage.

"D-dad, h-h-elp me," I croak out my dry lips.

How am I still alive? Even now I can still hear the thumbing of my heart going strong after being split into two.

Steven laughs. "He can't help you. You're mine and will always be mine. I made you. No matter how hard you push me away we will always be part of each other's world."

"Rachel, it's time," my dad says.

Time for what? Why isn't he coming to save me?

My life's fluorescent essence is pouring out of me. I can see it transferring from my body to Steven's, giving him more power.

Then everything begins to shake.

"Rachel," my dad says a little louder. "Come on sweetie, you're going to be late."

Little by little his voice becomes clearer till I can hear him louder than my breathing. When I open my eyes, I find him sitting at the edge of my bed with his uniform on.

Confused, I scan the bedroom. It can't be. Can it? I was dreaming? But it felt so real.

I rub my eyes, plunging my head deeper in the pillow's softness.

"You've been sleeping before I even got in last night," he says. "Is something wrong?"

"No, I was just tired. Going back to school has been really hard on me." I get off the bed to pick out my outfit, the memories of the dream lingering in the back of my mind.

There are not many choices since most of my clothes are still in the walk-in closet inside my old bedroom at Steven's house. Mom didn't let me take anything, not even my pictures. The only clothes she let me have were the ones already in this room and the ones I had when I was at the hospital. I had to go buy everything else I needed.

"Jenny told me about what happened yesterday," He stands in the door, his hands on the knob. He has that confused look every father share on a daily basis with their teenage daughter. The look that seems to ask "Am I supposed to leave now or not?"

"I'm fine, dad. Kids will be kids," I shrug.

I lay my clothes on the bed, long denim jeans, pink flower printed shirt, and white flats. I look at the shirt debating whether I should put on a long sleeve one today instead. My scars got enough stares yesterday to last them a lifetime. Well, screw it, I'll go for another try.

"And your mom?"

"You know, I used to think Jenny could keep a secret," I pass by him with a scowl on my face.

"Hey, hey," he grabs my arm. "She was simply trying to help. Don't put the blame on her."

"I know. I don't want to blame mom either, she's just desperate to get her husband back. I'm sure she's never going through with her threats. Being pregnant and alone can't be easy for her."

"If there's one thing I've learn from being married to her then divorcing her," he plays with a strand of my hair absentmindedly, "it's to not underestimate her. She did manage to throw me out of the house right after she met Steven making me think I was the own at fault. She was so good that I actually started to think I was the one cheating."

The way he looks at me makes my heart break not only because of what he had to go through with mom but because of what he has to go through with me. With my striking physical resemblance with my mother, I can't help but feel like I'm just a younger version of her born to torment him endlessly. At least he was able to divorce her but he's stuck with me forever, he will never be able to filter out his blood running through my veins.

He clears out his throat. "You should hurry up with your shower, Cassie is waiting in the living room to give you a ride to school."

"Why can't you do it?" I pout.

"Because she asks me to and I thought it would be a good thing to give you more time with your friends."

"Just friend. Brandon has been busy with his classes so I can only text him at night."

"I'm trying really hard to keep on believing Brandon and you have the same type of friendship you used to have. So please don't give me a reason to doubt that and try to kill the poor boy."

He ruffles my hair then leaves me to go get ready for school. When I finally get out of my bedroom, I find Cassie on her phone. She's wearing a dark purple buttoned down shirt, short ocean-blue high-waisted pants, and black wedged shoes.

"Hey, Rachel," she smiles when she sees me. "Ready to rock another day of school?"

I raise an eyebrow at her. I can't believe her attitude. I wish mine was similar to hers. She's so bubbly under even the worse situations. I tried to be as happy as her but that was short-lived. Darkness and depression was more like me. I guess that's why we can't seem to stay apart, we're the complete opposite of each other so we attract.

"Let's just get this over with," I swing the backpack on my back and walk to the door.

"That's the spirit," I hear Cassie say.

Just like yesterday, school is my personal hell. I could barely hold a pen in my hands by third period. Thank God Mrs. Blime doesn't take fooling around in her class so I can finally catch my breath.

When I take my seat in the front row of the class, I breathe in a sigh of relief. Every student have their head bend down, their eyebrows scrunch up, trying to find out the number of grams in 0.80 moles of Sodium Carbonate.

Regardless of my deep seated hatred for chemistry, I'm grateful for its well-known level of difficulties. Everybody now have bigger worries than the crazy girl who's responsible for the imprisonment of the esteemed Steven Reel.

I take out my notebook, periodic table, and calculator to start with today's class work. Mrs. Blime sits behind her desk focusing on grading papers.

"Isn't this so sweet? Kenny says before the tip of my pencil even reaches the blank paper. "They're all working and leaving you alone."

"I'm afraid we can't let that go on for long," Sarah makes her entrance.

I can't believe I used to love her, even worship her.

"We should call mommy dearest," she continues. "She's the reason why you're still here, isn't she? I remember all the times you said no to death because of her."

I press my head between my hands to subdue the headache that is forming at their aggravating laughter. Their voices mingle together is like rusty metal wheels finally turning after decades of being left to decay.

"Mommy needs me," Kenny mocks. "She can't live without me."

"She still loves me," her companion adds. "I'll break her heart if I kill myself. Whose heart is now broken, smart one?"

"Shut up," I yell lowly.

A boy next to me turn my way.

"Chemistry speaks to me," I explain lamely.

"Weirdo," he says before turning around.

"Those kids are stupid," Kenny says. "From all the words in the dictionary, that's the one he used. No wonder that brain of yours shrunk."

"Maybe Darwin can help grow it back," Sarah says.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about him. Why don't you give him a call, Rachel? He's so adorable. I don't like that he's in prison because of your big mouth."

"He's way better than that boy. What's his name again, Michael? Mike? Ryan?"

I put my pencil down and concentrate on slowing my heart beat down. I can make them go away, I've done it before.

"No, I think it was Sam? Or was it Brad?"

I lay my palm on the cold desk. My notebook stays open but my mind is no longer on the equation. Who cares about Ionic compounds when my skull is about to split in half.

"Oh!" It starts with a B I'm sure of it."

I can't believe they're taking pleasure in hurting me. Wait! Never mind, I can believe it.

"Ms. Jackson," Mrs. Blime calls me from her desk. "Why are you staring at the ceiling? The answers are not there so start writing."

I didn't even realize I was looking at the ceiling. I was so caught up in getting rid of the voices.

The class erupts with laughter as if they were waiting for the small break from thinking about moles and bonds.

"She's crazy, Mrs. Blime," Nina shouts from the back, gaining another strand of laughter from the class. "She can't help herself."

"Gingers really are soulless," Sarah laughs. "No wonder she's your archenemy. You guys are like two peas in the same pod."

"Crazy or not, I expect everyone to be done in two minutes." Mrs. Blime goes back to the stash of papers on her desk.

A united groan emerges from the classroom before every head go back to their papers.

"Rachel, pay attention to us," Kenny pouts. "We're bored. Remember how much fun we used to have last year. We didn't have it by sitting in class and doing class work. Let's go steal something."

I grit my teeth and try to concentrate on the elements on the periodic table but everything seems like Greek to me.

"Oh just give up already," Sarah shouts. "You're never going to understand it. You can't understand it. Stop wasting everybody's time and go kill yourself."

"Leave me alone," I tell her under my breath.

"Hell no! I'm helping you. Why can't you see that? This is no life for you. Be a good girl and do what you're told."

"Stop wasting your breath because I'm not going to do it."

"Yes, you will. Eventually you will give in to us. You want to know why? It's because one day you're going wake up and find everyone gone. They will all leave you, Rachel, because nobody wants to be near to a nut case. Your daddy, Cassie, Jenny, and your precious little boy toy named Brandon. They will all leave you to fend for yourself and then you're going to see that everything we've been saying was true. They don't love you, they can't love you because there's no such things as love."

"Shut up," I wipe tears off of my face but some have already fell on the paper.

"No, I'm not going to shut up. Listen to me, Rachel. You're going to destroy all of their lives. You're no good for this world. Just kill yourself and everything will fall into place. Kill yourself and everything is going to go back the way it's supposed to be."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," I scream.

"Ms. Jackson," Mrs. Blime calls. I open my eyes. Everyone in the classroom is staring at me. The kids really close to me lean on the other side to gain distance away from me. "Why are you screaming?"

"I-I-," I stutter. A quick look around the classroom makes me realize that everyone already knows what's wrong with me. I just gave them a real prove that I'm in fact crazy.

Without a second thought, I put everything back in my backpack. "I got to go."

"Where are you going, Ms. Jackson," the teachers says as I pass by her. "You can't just walk out of my classroom, Ms. Jackson. Ms...."

I slam the door on my way out and hurry out of the building. I need to go somewhere people don't already know my history, I need a few hours to clear my head.