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I drugged myself to sleep once more. I hated to do it but it was the only way I could sleep being alone like that. I’ve must’ve over estimated how much I needed though cause I didn’t wake up until late Saturday afternoon. And the only reason I got up cause someone was knocking on the door. I heard them but I ignored it. About ten minutes later, more knocking. Once more I ignored it. A few minutes later someone was ringing the doorbell now.

“What the fuc-” I started to cry out as I opened it and quickly stopped myself when I saw who was standing there. It was a little boy. No older then six wearing a superman costume. Oh crap its Halloween… “Um give me a second okay?” I told him and hobbled to the kitchen.

We didn’t have any candy. I guess my papa was going to buy it on Friday or something cause he always gives candy out. A lot of candy. Every kid in the neighborhood knew it too. I grabbed the box of Oreos and dragged my ass back to the door.

“You like oreos?” I asked the kid who just stared at me blankly. “Here.” I forced it on him.

“The whole box?” He asked and I shrugged.

“Yeah why not.” I tell him and he darted back down my steps with out even giving me a thank you. Before I could even shut the door another little rugrat was standing there. “Oh man.” I sighed to myself once more hauling my ass back to the kitchen. After repeating this a few times I decided to get a laundry basket and fill it with all the crap I could find. I couldn’t be running back and forth like that.

I grabbed my pipe too and found myself taking hits off of it as I passed out the cheerios, the frosted mini wheats, the box of pop tarts, anything and everything I could find that was still sealed. Trying to convince the kids that a box of hamburger helper was soo much better then a Hersheys bar. More nutritious too. I was down to a few canned soups and vegetables when the doorbell rang once more.

It was Paul. He came to give me his daily dose of shit I suppose. “Hey babe.” He says and he leant over like he was going to kiss me and I held my hand up to stop him.

"Don't call me that." I tell him and he made a face.

"Why not?" he says as he looked me over and noticed my bandaged ankle. “What did you fall?” he tells me with that condescending tone of his.

"Yes but Im fine." I sighed. “What do you want hmm?” I made no motion to let him inside.

“Why didn’t you call me and tell me about your grandfather?” He lowered his voice down and I bit my lip. “You know I would’ve come.” He added and I almost believed he was sincere.

“Yeah unless there was an away game.” I pointed out and he frowned.

“No even if there was.” He says and I snickered at his lies.

“Paul really, we’re over okay. Just stay out of my life.” I tell him once more and he rolled his eyes at me.

"Elle you're just confused. Those fucking freaks are messing with your head.." He says and I shook my head no. "You think that motherfucking punk wants you?" He says and I looked up at him and folded my arms.

“You mean Gerard.” I ask and he kinda grinned.

“yeah.” he says and I licked my lips a little before answering him.

“Yeah I know he does.” I say with certainty.

“Well then why hasn’t he asked you out Elle.” Paul gave me a very serious look. He was such an ass, trying to play me. And it might’ve worked if I didn’t know any better.

“Cause see I think you told him not to.” I gave him a knowing stare and he began to grin.

“Come with me to Richies party.” He says and I shook my head no quickly. No fucking way that was gonna happen. “What you’re just gonna sit here and pass out what?” He smirked as two more trick or treaters stepped on to the porch now. I gave them each a can of chicken noodle soup. “What the hell are you even passing out baby, canned soup?” He laughed and I frowned.

“Fuck off Paul.” I hissed at him low enough so the kids wouldn’t hear me. “I want to sit here and pass out soup I can.” I started to get louder now that the kids were gone. “I want to fucking be alone I will.”

“You want to be with him?” He snapped back at me and I didn’t say anything. I guess he figured that’s what I was going to say next but I wasn’t. Being with Gerard wasn’t in my control. "He just thinks you're an easy fuck Elle! You'll see...you wanna go with him…go...see if I fucking care...but you'll be crawling back to me...you wait and see...see if he fucking even wants you." He starts carrying on and I just let him. I didn’t feel like arguing with him.

"So were done then?" I asked him.

“No were done when I say were done.” He tells me and gives me a creepy smile before turning and stepping off my porch.

“ass.” I mumbled watching him leave. I would’ve said it louder but there were more kids coming up the driveway now.

After a few more hits off my pipe I totally forgot about Paul. I forgot about a lot of things actually. I was just so mellow, and so stoned it was unbelievable. All I had left was a can of creamed corn when the doorbell rung once more. It was late. I wasn’t expecting anymore trick or treaters but damn this worked out perfectly!

“sorry dude all I got left is a can of creamed corn.” I announced trying not to laugh as I opened the door. As soon as I saw who was standing there all the laughter was gone. It was a guy. Dressed all in black. Maybe 6 feet tall, wearing one of those ‘scream’ masks with the hood. Creepiest fucking sight I ever did see. He was just standing there with his hands clasped in front of him, staring at me.

I felt my blood pressure rising at the sight. I shifted nervously behind the door clenching the can in my hand as he reached up and took the mask off. Holy shit, he should’ve left it on. He was less terrifying that way…

“trick or treat Elle.”

It was Will.