A/n: Well… Here’s a story… If you want me to add another chapter you must read and review… And maybe beg if your up to it…

Chapter one.

A girl sat in a tree. An apple tree. In an Orchard… Her black her fluttered in the wind, going across her face. The girls brown eyes stared down the field, watching the birds fly away and land on the trees. The farm was her family’s, yet her parents would never let her farm the apples. They tell her she had a future in education. She could get a worthy job. She sighed as she jumped down from her branch and started to walk back towards the house.

She reached the house and walked in just as the phone rang. The girl ran to pick it up and answered:

“The Trueman’s Orchard, Casey speaking. How may I help you?” Casey said to the receiver.

“Yes.” Said an elderly voice. “I just wanted to know when you were going to be open for public picking.”

“That will be a week from now at 10 am.” Casey replied curtly, twisting the phone cord with her finger.

“Thank you, dear.” And the woman hung up.

Casey sighed as she followed suit. As soon as the receiver was set on the phone base, it rang. She sighed audibly as she picked it up and placed the receiver against her ear once again.

“The Trueman’s Orchard, Casey speaking. How may I help you?”

“Hey sweetie, it’s mom.” The voice on the other end answered.

“Hey mom.” She answered, sighing lightly.

“I just called to tell you I was going to come home late.”

“Alright, thanks mom.”

“See you later, hun.” She hung up.

Casey also hung up and walked away from the phone hoping it wouldn’t ring. It didn’t. She sighed happily and turned around and headed towards her room. She went up the stairs, skipping them one by one. As she neared the door, she pulled out a key. She always locked her door. She hates it when her mom or her sister or brother walk into her room unannounced. The door swung open and she stepped in. She walked over to her computer and turned it on. After the welcome screen appeared, she sat in her rolling chair and logged in.

As Casey waited for her account to finish loading, she changed into some more comfortable clothing. She now wore black sweat pants and a shirt that was a few sizes too big. She then placed her legs on top of her table and took the keyboard and set it on her lap. Her msn automatically signed in and her best friend started talking to her.

°Sweet Thang° : Hey lovie!

Dark Angel: Hey hunney!

°Sweet Thang°: How was your day?

Dark Angel: Uneventful as usual…

°Sweet Thang°: Now that sucks!

Dark Angel: Yeah… It does… Though you get used to it…

°Sweet Thang°: Ah shit… I have to go… Mother Dearest is calling me…

°Sweet Thang° signed off. Casey sighed as she checked her emails and answered the ones that need to be answered. Then she logged off of MSN and walked over to her bed where a book lay open. Casey jumped onto the bed and pulled her book over to her.

She lay motionless in pain. The blood seeping from her open wounds.

“Why…” her frail voice said, looking at a figure hidden by the shadows.

“Not why…Because.” A male voice answered, growling lightly.

He stepped towards her, his face now visible in the faint light. She recognized him at being her best friend, her lover.

“Why are you doing this?” She asked, her frail voice becoming fainter.

“Because of what you did to me. Because of how you dejected me.” He replied, anger plain on his face.

“I never did anything to you!”

At this the man stepped forward and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her up to his level at the same time as chocking her.

“Don’t you tell me what you did or didn’t do, Whore!” He spat at her face, tightening his grip around her neck.

The girl gasped, placing her hands on his to try to pull them away. But in vain. He was stronger then her and was slowly killing her. The knife he used to stab her was still in his other hand.

“Please don’t kill me. Please!” She begged, sobbing now. He was unaffected.

He lifted the knife and stabbed her in the heart, more of her blood was pouring out. Her breath left her as he killed her. She was dead. He had done what he had to do. He brought the knife up to his wrist and slit it, letting his own blood to pour out, mixing itself with the girls blood.

Casey sighed as she closed her now finished book, remembering that last paragraph.

So he murdered her then committed suicide… Now that’s a book that I like…

Casey laughed quietly as she walked out of her room and locked the door. She then headed downstairs to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat. Opening the fridge she saw that they were running low on juice and added that on the list. She then opened the freezer and pulled out a tub of ice cream and made herself a bowl. Placing the tub back in the freezer she heard a car pull up.

Wonder who that could be…

Casey walked over to the door and looked through the curtains. A guy stepped out of the Ferrari and walked towards the house. She waited till he rang the door bell, then le a few seconds slide by and finally opened the door.

“Can I help you?” She asked, opening the door open slightly only a little bit so that her head was poking out.