Jennifer--s Body -2009- Guide

“You’re bleeding,” I said, pointing at a dark drip from her nostril.

For the first time, her face cracked. Just a hairline fracture. “It’s not inside me, Needy. I’m inside it . And it’s always hungry.” She looked at me—really looked, like the old Megan peeking through a keyhole. “Run away. Tonight. Don’t look back.”

“Freak accident,” she said, tilting her head. Her hair, which used to be mousy and fine, now fell in a black curtain that seemed to drink the fluorescent light. “Poor guys.” Jennifer--s Body -2009-

I smiled.

Because that’s the thing about surviving a demon. You swallow a little of its darkness. And once it’s inside you, you start looking at boys—at everyone—and wondering what they taste like. “You’re bleeding,” I said, pointing at a dark

I’m still hungry too.

“The hunters,” I said.

I walked to Megan’s house after school. She was in her room, painting her nails black. A red Gatorade bottle sat on her nightstand. I knew, without wanting to know, that it wasn’t Gatorade.