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They always called me the crazy girl. Ever since I was little I was her; the one everyone's parents worried about, the one all the kids on the playground shunned, the one who never had a real childhood. I began experimenting with my sister Lizzie's hair dye right before I entered school, and I ended up with blue and black hair on my first day of first grade. That was when the "crazy girl" nickname really and truly took flight. I used to consider it an insult, but then I accepted it and it became part of me.

My Mother really began to drive me over the edge. She was eventually put in prison for abusing Lizzie and I, and left us with our father, who divorced my Mother after I was born. The day Lizzie turned 18, our father abandoned us. I was just a little eight year old left alone with my irresponsible sister. She never cared for me, and I blamed a substantial portion of my insanity of her lack of concern for my well-being. Lizzie's life was a mess, and she didn't need an annoying little sister to take care of. I was messed up already.

Now I'm a Freshman in high school, and I've been through so much. My best friend Piper Harris and I have stuck together since kindergarten, and she's more of a sister to me than Lizzie could ever be. We've also befriended some pretty darn cool extraterrestrial trolls, as well as some interesting humans. I have a moirail, Gamzee, and he's definitely interesting. Karkat's like the brother I don't have. And John well John is his own kind of special. This porbably sounds sickeningly cliche, but I just feel right around John Egbert.

I'm enjoying the stars on this warm summer night, reflecting on my life, when I hear that irritating jingle of my Pesterchum.

ectoBiologist began pestering darkenedSpirit at 11:57 pm

EB: joey? you still up?
DS: Yes I'm uP.
EB: well I was uh wondering if you uh
EB: wanted to uh
EB: meet me in the park. like right now. i'm there.
DS: John, it's midnight practicallY. But whateveR. I'm cominG.

ectoBiologist ceased pestering darkenedSpirit at 11:59 pm

I find my way off of the roof and onto the sidewalk, running as fast as I can. John seems awfully nervous. When I reach the park he's sitting on a bench with his hands folded in his lap. I can see them twitching anxiously, and his sapphire eyes light up and a derpy grin spreads across his face when he sees me.

"Joey! Hey! I really wanted to see you!" he exclaims.

"Keep your voice down John, people are sleeping," I laugh good-naturedly.

"Oh... I knew that."

"Of course you did, now John..." I begin, but then something shocks my brain. Suddenly I feel this pain in my head, and a voice in my brain whispers everything I don't want to hear. Insanity. I'm consumed by a sudden bout of uncontrollable bloodlust and the desire to kill. I could just wring his neck, but that wouldn't be fun. No, blood; that's what I want to see. How could I do it?

"John you know, I could just kill you right now," I hiss at him.

"Joey, Joey I know you're in there. Whatever this thing is in your brain is not you. It... it's like your... your mother. Abusive, torturous, bloodthirsty. It's not you. You're not her. If these won't stop til she's dead, I'll keep you safe. I'll make sure you never ever turn out like her. I promise you. You're Josephine Ann Kidwell, the girl everyone thought was crazy, the girl I understand, the girl I..."

I sense the insanity slip away from my mind, and I hang onto his words. I'm not her. I'm not my mother. But... "You what John? I promise I won't hurt you. What were you going to say?"

John reaches his hands up and cups my face in them. He presses his forehead against mine, and my brown eyes stare lovingly into his blue ones. How could I ever think of hurting him? Closing his eyes, John leans in until his lips are barely a centimeter away from mine. "You're Joey Kidwell, the girl I fell in love with," he whispers against my mouth. With that, I close my eyes and let him slowly and softly kiss me. My arms reach up and entwine around his neck, while his wrap the small of my back in a gentle, affectionate grip.

I am Joey Kidwell, and I have really and truly fallen in love with John Egbert.