"Don't you get it?!" She yelled at me, following my weak attempts to escape her. The tears were blurring my vision and I didn't want to give her the satisfactory of seeing me cry and knowing her harsh words effected me. But, being Clutzilla, I tripped and that trip did it. She caught up with me in seconds. "No one loves you!"

"D-Dean…" I whispered.

"Please," Gigi scoffed, "If Dean loved you would he have kissed me so willingly? Did he ever even tell you he loved you?"

"Y-Yes… In text messages…"

"Yeah, but did he ever say it out loud?" I was silent. A cruel laugh escaped Gigi's mouth. "He told me he loved me every five minutes! God, no one loves you! You should just go freaking die! No one would care! They'd be throwing a party! Ding dong the whore is dead." I bit my lip to keep from crying.

"Dean's family cares about me a lot…" I whispered.

"Name. One."

I couldn't. It was true. No one loved me. Not Harper, not my mom, not my dad, not even Dean.

Gigi smiles. "Why don't you go home and cry to your mommy? Oh, wait, that's right! She's dead!" Chowing on my lip… "Not even your mother loved you. You poor pathetic waste of human!" Another laugh and then she leaves.

And so do I.

I don't know where I'm going.

I don't know where I'm from.

But I know I wanted to die. Period.

A strong pair of arms pulls me away from the door. I look up expecting to see one of Dean's friends, but I have never seen the man who is holding me. I've never seen him once in my life. I don't know him, he doesn't know me.

But he hugs me and suddenly I feel okay.

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A/N: I was in the mood to write something very depressing… Did I succeed? I might continue it. (Justin and Alex aren't brother and sister in this)