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It was only about a day and a half before Frank's band, Pincey Prep fell apart. It was then that My Chemical Romance actually asked Frank if he wanted to join, he responded with.

"HELL YEAH! I LOVE YOU GUYS."

It was very funny to say the least. Frank arrived back at the apartment screaming with joy. He and I danced around the apartment for awhile before he flipped me over his shoulder, carried me to his bedroom, shut the door, and trned off the lights.

About an hour later Frank had dressed waist down and was laying besinde me. I hadn't gotten up, I was too tired, so I hadn't put anything on. Frank twisted a piece of my hair around his finger, rubbing his thumb gently on the smooth surface.

"Kendra?" he whispered.

"Hmmmmm?" I murmured.

"Do you think it's alright if I told you I think I love you?" he asked me.

My head fluttered making me dizzy but my heart couldn't help but go back to Pete, who had just decided to come back to haunt me.

I smiled on the outside but was screaming at him on the inside.

"Of course it is." I murmured placing a hand on Frank's un-shaved cheek. "Would it be ok if I think I love you too?"

Frank's face split into a very large smile and I couldn't help but wonder if I had lied or not.

God, Pete's got me all confused and he's not even here.

I rolled out of bed and waddled to the bathroom, still covered in the bed sheets. I turned on the shower and waddled back to the room to get my clothes. Frank had layed his tired, sweaty head down at the place my back was before I got up. He had his eyes closed and he was smiling in his sleep.

I quietly gathered the clothes that were strewn about the room. Almost all of the clothes I chose were Frank's including his jeans and his hoodie.

When I got back to the bathrom the water was just the right temperature. I dropped the coverlet and the sheets and stepped in to the shower. The water droplets seered my skin at first but then I got used to it and sighed happily.

As I reached for the shampoo in the soap holder on the side of the tub/shower I realized it was the same kind of shampoo I used to steal from Pete when we were younger and I didn't break his heart.

Or did he break mine?

Which of course broght me onto the subject of Pete. The one man I couldn't sem to get enough of, yet the one man I was always running away from. The one person I threw away my boyfriend for (multiple times) just for a few kisses behind closed doors before being thrown back out, my tail between my legs. The one who loved me, yet dated other gilrs just to try (and miserably fail as I'd come to believe) to forget me.

Why was I seeing him now? What triggered the memory of someone who didn't love me the same? Why, of all people, did I have to fall in love with Pete?

Water dripped into my eyes. The mixture of the stupid shampoo that started the rambling of my thoughts and water burned my eyes and I bent over to get a towel.

As I rubbed my eyes I felt a sense of someone watching me I froze, the water continued running, the light above my had flickered. I wrapped the towel around myself as the light flickered again and then went out.

I took deep breaths trying to calm my heart as it pounded against my chest.

A sound came from behind me, slowly I turned to the mirror. In the night gloom I saw myself standing in the mirror, my hair wet and dripping onto the floor, my hand clutched at my towel still closed tight around my chest and body. I sighed in relief, dropping my head into the free hand that wasn't clutching a towel.

But wait.

Something was missing.

My eyes widened. The shower. It had been turned off. I remembered stepping out of the shower but not turning the water off. I raised my head slowly and let out a scream.

Pete was standing next to me.

He didn't look like he was alive.

"Pete?" I whispered, trembling in fear.

"You and I will be together foreer." He started chanting. "Nothing will keep us from that. Not even death."

He pulled out a knife and before I had a chance to say or do anything he plunged it into my heart. Twisting and turning it deeper into my chest causing as much pain as he possibly could.

With Frank sleeping silently in the next room I died slowly and quietly on the bathroom floor, y towel rumpled and almost fallen off, with a knife patrouding from my heart.

Breathing hard I sat up my hand clutching my left breast that hid my heart, still beating, from the world. "/Not even death/."

"Baby, you alright?" I heard Frank murmur silently in sleep.

I took a few calming breaths and my quick-beating heart slowed down. It was just a dream? Just a dream? But it felt so real.

My heart was pounding it's normal pace now but even as it continued pumping my blood around my body I couldn't help but feel a slight pain around it. Like the knife was still in my heart.

"Dra?" Frank wispered sitting up next to me. I ran a hand through my hair, dropping my head into my hands. "Dra, you ok?"

I leaned up against his chest and began sobbing "He's back. He's back and he won't go away." I cried.

Frank rubbed my back sootrhingly. "Dra, who? Who's 'he'?"

I looke dup at Frank, tears still streaming down my face. Frank wiped them away and looked at me until I choked out the answer.

"My downfall. My killer. The one I used to love."

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Whoot! Chapter one!!!!

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