Stuff about my boyfriends...about James, mostly. Bobby, I was just bad for. He lost his virginity to me, and when he told me he loved me, I laughed in his face. I made him start dealing coke to fuel my addiction, and when I found out he was seeing Shelly behind my back, I was relieved, because I knew I'd fucked him up. I wanted him to have something good in his life.

[She shrugs.] But James Hurley...I was convinced I loved him. I mean, beyond any doubt. He even got me off coke for a while, just because I felt that much for him. The last thing I said to him was "I love you, James," and I think a part of me knew I was running from him to my death at that moment. When BOB showed me what happened after my death--that James had started seeing Donna, my best friend in the world, less than a day after they found out I'd been murdered, it was like I wanted to die again, only this time I didn't want to wake up anywhere. I felt betrayed by the two people I'd loved best.