Marley Rose is in the passenger seat of a brand new Maserati hurtling down the 405 at 60 miles per hour. She looks out the window and watches as the Hollywood Hills turn into mountains before her eyes. The larger they become, the more uncomfortable she feels. She presses a button that she thinks will lower one of the windows, but the car goes into lock down mode instead.

She sighs and looks at the blonde haired driver. She's calm and collected. Her eyes are staring straight down ahead. It seems to Marley that she is ten steps ahead of everyone, but that's not true. Kitty Wilde is just a really good driver and a Maserati always seems to demand the best of drivers.

"You can slow down," Marley says quietly. "You don't have to go this fast."

"We have to get you there," Kitty says laconically.

"You don't have to," Marley sighs. "Like I told Dr. Harrison, I could take the train to the hospital."

"And throw yourself underneath it when that woman starts chasing you? I don't think so."

Marley leans back in the seat and closes her eyes. She hasn't slept in days. She just wants everything to go away, but her eyes snap open as soon as she closes them. She can't help thinking that there is a third person in the car watching her. She thinks she feels a cold hand on her shoulder. She wants to scream, but she holds it inside. She's better than this. She won't allow herself to be controlled by that thing that has been chasing her around campus for the last three days. Whatever it is.

"She already thinks you're crazy," a voice whispers inside her head. "She thinks you're a cunt."

"Go away," Marley mouths. "You're not real. Just go away."

"Oh," the voice snarls. "Why should I leave you alone? I love torturing you."

"Please," Marley begs. "Just leave me alone."

"Are you okay, Marley?" Kitty is looking at her. Her angry face is suddenly flushed with concern.

"I'm fine," Marley nods. "It's nothing."

"Come on," the voice urges her. "Open the fucking door and throw yourself out on the freeway."

"No," Marley replies. "Not gonna happen. I'm going to the hospital."

"And what do you think is going to happen when you get there, huh? They'll just strap you to a bed. Just get it over and done with now."

"I won't."

"Of course, you won't. You're a coward. You have always been a coward."

"I'm not a coward."

"Of course, you are. You wanted to ask Ryder out, but you never did."

"He didn't want me."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really."

She hates it when that voice speaks to her. She wants to tell Kitty about her, but she doesn't know how she'll react. She knows about the woman with the bloody dagger, but this? She already probably thinks that Marley is crazy. What will she think when Crazy Marley tells her that she hears voices, too?

She looks out the window. The posh shops tell her that they're in Beverly Hills. She has never been there before. She's heard about it, of course. She's watched Pretty Woman at least a hundred times, but the shops with their shiny, translucent windows and the golden letters over their doors only make them seem more surreal. Many of the girls at her college shop here. Just two days ago, Kitty came back with six inch Louboutin heels and a new Prada purse.

Marley wishes that she had that kind of money, but she never has. All of her clothes are from second hand shops, her textbooks are from online warehouses and dog-eared to bits, and her iPod is so old that the screen refuses to function and she never knows whether she will be listening to U2 or Mozart or Black Sabbath.

She watches as Kitty maneuvers the car towards a parkade attached to a grey cement building. She drives the Maserati to the roof and parks in one of the corners. "I hate parkades," she rolls her eyes. "Come on, Marley."

Marley doesn't move.

"Come on," Kitty urges her.

"I…"

"You want help, don't you?" Kitty asks.

"Yeah. Except…"

"Don't pull that crap on me," the blonde snaps. "There's a bed in that hospital with your name on it and I'll be damned if you decide to freak out on me now."

She gets out of the car realizing that she can't argue. She puts one foot in front of the other.

"Come on," Kitty urges her. "I have dinner with my dad at Sur at four. I can't be here all day."

A/N: Continue?