Katie was trying frantically to free her face from the tears that fell. It was no use. She was over. Everything that had happened between them had seemed like a dream come true. That it was, a dream, but it was missing the "come true" bit.

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It was late, very late. It seemed that moon had already had enough and hidden itself behind a mountain. But it was the perfect time for Katie. As she walked up to the mailbox she sighed and placed the envelope inside it.

Jessie watched Katie from her window in the attic. Tears streaming down her face, she hung her head in shame.

She lifted her head and continued to watch as Katie walked down the street, back to her house. Once Katie was out of sight Jessie went to check what Katie had left in the mailbox. The envelope was there with a visible, franticly scribbled "Jessie" written on it. She made her way back to her room, holding onto the envelope as if it’s content was extremely precious.

Jessie’s eyes scanned over the page a hundred times… The smudged ink, the truth in a simultaneous circle plaguing her mind…

Jessie’s heart stopped. It felt like she had been stabbed. She knew she deserved it. It was only right for her to feel like this. After all she had done to Katie, this was a miniscule part of what Katie was feeling right now. Jessie regretted every word, every action, all of the pain that she had caused the person that she was desirously in love with.

Katie’s House

Music was playing, the song "Crave by The Butterfly Effect" was on just loud enough for the girl tucked up against the window to hear. Katie sat with her head battered against the window. The rain wouldn’t stop falling and this time it didn’t bring the comfort that she sort. She stared at her hands, entwining her fingers roughly causing them to turn red and pale white. She knew this feeling was going to linger here with her for a long time. The flies began to crawl…

Katie sat down and began to write. She poured all of the emotions that she felt through the pen and onto the paper.

(This is for all the Shakespeare writers here… A little piece added in. Doesn’t make sense to me at all, but it sounded pretty good.) 
Katie got up and headed down stairs. She went into the display cabinet and found herself a bottle of whiskey.

Katie had been sitting in the dark room for a while. She was alone. Her parents had gone away for a few days, her brother’s both at collage and she had no one. The bottle seemed to be less biting than it was when she had first opened it. Now somewhere near half way Katie was feeling a little more stable and empowered by this crazy liquid. Katie sat there with her head hung in a defeated pose. She only lifted her head because of a clicking noise that was echoing in her head. She got up and followed the noise to the window. She moved her ear closer to the window so she could make out the sound. As she was just about to suction her ear to the window "Click" again. Katie jerked back and look down out of the window. It was Jessie.

Katie opened the window and poked her head out. "What do you want?"

"I was wondering if we could talk? There’re some things that I need to explain…"

"If you haven’t noticed I am preoccupied." Katie took a swig from the bottle and began to close the window.

"Katie, please!" Jessie pleaded

"Don’t beg Jessie… It’s not your look!" Katie said sarcastically

"What does that mean?" Jessie could feel the mock in Katie’s voice and that was projecting through hers.

"You’re the bitch, you figure it out." Katie slammed the window shut and resumed her drinking.

Katie slumped back down against the wall and began to cry. Nothing was going to make this hurt go away.

Sammler/Manning House

Jessie sat back huddled into a ball, confused by her own actions and stared into the darkness that surrounded her. She had disappointed Katie, but even more, herself. The night went on with only one breath.

School

That night couldn’t have ended sooner. Nearly a week had passed, and Jessie had called numerous times, only to be hung up on, approached Katie, only to be shunned. Katie didn’t want to speak to her. This was the outcome she had feared from the beginning.

Katie was in a state of relapse, everything was going fine then all of a sudden "bang!" Shit had hit the fan. Katie spent her whole week cleaning out her father’s liquor cabinet. She felt like crap, but worse was about to come. The weekend was going to be 4 D’s, dire, desolate, depressing and disappointing. She knew that she would only think of Jessie. How she couldn’t avoid what was coming to her. Jessie’s excuses, her lies. Katie had enough.

Katie walked straight passed Jessie who leaned against Katie’s locker. Katie didn’t even dare to share a glance with her now deteriorated love. Jessie couldn’t get the guts up to call out to her. She knew that she had already over-stepped her bounds with the weak attempts and phone calls. She didn’t want to make another attempt, not with something this sensitive.

Katie’s House

Katie just sat staring into space and time. Her memory seemed to haunt her now when she didn’t need it to. Everything was about Jessie. She knew that since she first been in Jessie’s presence it had been.

The ringing of the phone broke into her trance like state. It was so annoying that she had to answer it.

"What?"

"Uh, Katie?"

"Yeah!" Katie just couldn’t hide her anger even through the phone lines people could tell something had bitten her on the ass.

"Liz here… You alright?" The girl sounded curious about Katie’s state

"Yeah, yeah I’m fine." Katie relaxed a little.

"Look there is this really happening party on tonight at my friends house. I just wanted to see if you would like to come?"

"Uh, I don’t know…"

"Come on! Don’t be a sad case!" Liz pleaded

"I’m really busy with…" Katie was looking for any excuse to get out of this but Liz wasn’t going to have that.

"Crap, you’re coming whether you like it or not!"

"Fine. Where? When?" Katie couldn’t be bothered putting up a fight, she had no energy too.

Sammler/Manning House

Jessie lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. She had cried for days, and she was nearly all out of tears. She knew that it was pointless to do anything else at this point, so she did nothing…