Body -2009-: Jennifer--s

I closed my eyes. The wind smelled like her hairbrush.

JENNIFER CHECK — 1991–2009 SHE WAS A MONSTER. BUT SHE WAS MY MONSTER.

I knelt beside the pool and held her hand as the water turned clear again. Her face softened back to the girl I knew. Then it went slack. Jennifer--s Body -2009-

And underneath that, smaller:

I flinched. She’d always called me “Needy” as a joke—because my name was Nidia, and I clung to her like a life raft. But now it sounded like a diagnosis. I closed my eyes

Megan was at her locker when she heard the news. She smiled.

I picked up her hairbrush. It was crusted with something dark at the bristles. “The thing inside you. Can you feel it?” BUT SHE WAS MY MONSTER

I’m still hungry too.