Author's NoteI was inspired by When0Derek0Met0Casey's video Sweet Dreams Casey and I thought I would take a certain tangent off of that idea. It isn't going to be the same plot that she had in mind, but I've spoken with her and she's fine with that. I just thought that you all should know that is where the inspiration for this story came from. I will warn you that this will be VERY dark and that anyone who does not want to read about rape and possibly suicide they should NOT read this story. I will have detailed descriptions but for my minds' sake I may leave a few things out. Just know what you are getting into BEFORE you read this story.

You have been officially warned.

DisclaimerI own Life with Derek. In your face Daphne Ballon. (Jk. Mon Ami. Jk.).

"There are some things in the world that I would have liked to have never have seen."

Casey peered out of her window, gazing at a boy six months older than her.

"And some people I'd have preferred never to have met." Casey twiddled her fingers on the keys' of the keyboard. It was the first entry of her new online journal and she was indeed about to write about Derek.

"But instead of complaining about the same things I've complained about for a year and a half now…I thought I'd try liberating myself from this sappy little predictable girl I've become. I don't want to be Casey McDonald, that girl who everyone knows is never going to kiss a guy she doesn't know and will always hate the cool jerk she lives with…" She smiled as she wrote her own inspirational words.

"I'm going to be Casey. Short, sweet, and so unpredictable that the shock may kill. Be wary Thomson High. Be wary McDonald-Venturi household. Miss-Priss is now: Dangerous."

Casey let a smirk spread across her face. She again peered out the window to give Derek a look of confidence and triumph. He was no longer outside. Soon, her door handle twisted and she turned, the smirk still on her face.

"Casey." Derek said stiffly as he shut the door. Casey raised her eyebrows and he sat on the bed.

"I'm still glad you're so…comfortable just coming into my room." She said with and arrogant and sarcastic smile.

"Yeah, It's so great that even though you try to run things I still get my way, now onto why I came in here." Casey sighed and looked out the window. Be unpredictable. He knows you will sigh, and he knows you won't listen. Turn back around and be unlike you. She turned back to him as he started speaking. "I took a couple of your shirts to give to my ex-girlfriend, before we broke up, for her birthday. I just thought I'd let you know she gave them back." He pulled out four of Casey's recently-gone-missing shirts. "She gave them back in shreds." Derek's smirk was unmistakable. He predicted what Casey may do. As all who knew Casey, knew she would do.

"Well, thanks for giving them back. I may be able to wear a shirt underneath and wear the shredded shirts over it. It might actually look cool." Derek was taken back. His eyes shivered a little and Casey smirked.

"Hmm. Thought you'd be a little more upset." Casey laughed.

"You thought?" She smirked and took the four shirts from him and left her room.