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 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-
“I’m hungry,” she whispered. Her eyes weren't human. They were the color of root beer bottles held up to the sun. I flinched
“The hunters,” I said.
“Go to the kitchen,” I said, pulling my comforter to my chin. ” I said