Ah. It feels so good to be back. I am so thrilled to be bringing you the sequel. And I apologize if it took a long time. I have been having a lot go on. I really hope you guys will love this story just as much(or even more)than the last one. Now you all might just have confusing ship thoughts while reading this story. It's okay, I am intending on giving you all these feels, fluffly and not. thank you so much if you are a returning reader, or even new. I'm going to try to make this as independent as I can, so it makes sense even if you haven't read LaSaS. Now, I will stop yappin' and let you read.

White is associated with light, goodness, innocence, purity, and virginity. It is considered to be the color of perfection.

White means safety, purity, and cleanliness. As opposed to black, white usually has a positive connotation. White can represent a successful beginning. In heraldry, white depicts faith and purity.

"How are you doing, Lorelei?" The doctor smiles as the teen sits. The cold room made her just shiver. They tried to make it as comforting as possible. The pictures of the doctors family on his desk, it made get this sense of normality, she couldn't tell if it bothered her, or made her more comfortable here. The shelf full of smart books, it had drawn her in.

"Alright. It's good to be out." She picks a book out, The Study of the Childs Mind, "You told me you got me registered for school already?" She rose and eyebrow while flipping the pages of the book.

"Yes, I did, Lorelei. You just have a few more months before you can graduate. Maybe even go to college." He smiled, looking at his patient who wouldn't sit, "What are your plans for the future, anyways?"

"Staying out of trouble." She huffed, placing the book back and finally taking a seat on the brown couch. It was stiff, no surprise to Lorelei, they just couldn't bother actually making something comfortable, could they? "I honestly don't think I will be going to college though..."

"Oh? Would you care to explain why?" He scribbled things down onto his note pad. That always bothered her; she couldn't never tell if it was a good thing or bad, the feeling of not knowing was bothersome.

"Yeah," She crossed her leg over the other, folding her hands over her lap, gently feeling her black fabric, "I think I'll have better things to do. Paint, for example. Or learn even more. I really have no idea what to do with myself, well, except paint." She shrugged.

"Alright." He finished writing down notes and looked at the clock, "Well, Lorelei, it seems we are coming to the end of our session. Shall I go on with my usual questions?" She nodded willingly, "Does your music help you like we discussed?"

"Keeping it quiet, yes, it is very comforting." She gave a small smile to her doctor.

"How about your dreams, visions, and voices? How are those?" He looks at his notes again.

"They are still there." She nods, "At night, it is the worst, but I seem to get through them all. the music helps though." She keeps her eyes down.

"What about playing music? You still like to do that?" She nods, "How about your addiction? Keeping that at a minimum?"

"Yes, it's only about two or three a day." She smiles, "It's really only to relax me. I think if my anxiety goes away, so will the addiction." Her tone had slight hope in it, though she knew her anxiety wouldn't go away for a long, long time.

"Good, good, it's good you are aware of what you are doing." He nods, going down his list, "What about your friend? And how about that boy?"

She adjusts the glasses on her face, pushing it further up her nose, "Felicia said she has a home for the two of us." She lets out a small chuckle, "She hasn't change. And no, we are not dating, we never were, Doctor." Her face goes pale and she pushes up her glasses further, "I still haven't spoken to him, Doctor, it's been a year. Even the truest of love can be abandoned." She stands, pulling her sleeves down further, "I think it's time to go."

"One more question you have seemed to forget about," He looks at her with a stern face, "How do you feel about your crimes?"

She takes a deep breath, "I only regret killing my sister. There is no way in hell I regret ending that bastard's life." She snarled and walked out of his office, plugging in her iPod and getting into the car waiting outside for her.

"Kitty-Cat," Felicia smiled as she drove, "How was your appointment, dear?" The woman with the white hair looks at her younger friend at the stop light.

"It was good as usual. We talked about about a lot of things." She sighed, pulling down her black dress further, "So you say we have a home now?" She rose an eyebrow, turning her music off.

"Yes!" She nodded, "It was... a gift." She chuckles, "It's wonderful, and big, and it's not far from school." She takes a turn in a direction Lorelei was not familiar with, "Speaking of school, your stuff came in today. You will be going back tomorrow." Her tone was about as serious as the Black Cat could get.

She rolls her eyes and looks out her window. It would be worse than it was a year ago, horrible even, and she didn't want to go back. She didn't respond to Felicia, not wanting to talk about it.

"So, I was thinking that we could celebrate a bit tonight. You know, being out of jail and all." Her smile was small, but still bright, "I know, parties aren't your thing, but just the two of us cracking open a bottle of wine and talking about we are going to live could be fun."

"Sure," Lorelei comments flatly, "If I finish packing." Lorelei didn't care much about drinking underage, she had killed people, wine would not put any guilt on her shoulders.

"Alright." Felicia said quietly, sensing her friend was not in a good mood, "It might be a while, you can go ahead and put your music in."

Lorelei nodded, turning back on her music, sweet and smooth music flowing in her ears. The Civil Wars echoed in her ears:

Swan dive down eleven stories high

Hold your breath until you see the light

You can sink to the bottom of the sea

Just don't go without me

Go get lost where no one can be found

Drink so long and deep until you drown

Say your goodbyes, but darlin' if you please,

Don't go without me.

C'est la vie, c'est la mort.

You and me,

Forevermore.

Let's walk down the road that has no end.

Steal away where only angels tread.

Heaven or hell or somewhere in between

Cross your heart to take me when you leave.

Don't go... Please don't go. Don't go without me.

Lorelei gently sang along to the beautiful song. The doctor had suggested this kind of music to her, it helped a lot. It was hard to have a panic attack when listening to this. But other music tended to get her ramped up, and angry even. She looks at herself in the side-veiw mirror of the car. Her hand runs through her white and blue hair. Back in jail, her brown hair grew out, but when she got out, she died it another color, not wanting something so boring. But she wouldn't dare go back to red. Red repulsed her. It made her cringe. it was a horrible color. The color of blood, and death, and anger, and the color of Inferno.

She quickly changed the song, taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down from the thought of her. Coldplay quietly played in her ears, her breath shaking.

She felt the soft hand of Felicia over her own, comforting her.

They were best friends. Well, Felicia was her only friend, actually. They were cell mates in jail, and their relationship grew. They shared their stories of Spider-Man, and giggled over him. It had seemed Felicia only had steamy hoot hook ups with him while Lorelei's were actually romantic. The the twenty-three-year-old woman still got with him, many times, actually.

"We are almost there, Kitty-Cat." She comforted her friend, placing her hand back on the wheel, "I just got a pizza for tonight, if that's alright."

"Yeah, it's fine. It beats prison food, so it's alright." She laughs quietly.

"That it is." She nods, "Oh, and I have something for you when we get home." She smiles with anticipation, "You're really going to like it."

"Alright." Lorelei shrugged. She would have told Felicia that she didn't have to do that, but she knew she stole it, and it didn't cost any money, and telling her she didn't have to put the effort in was pointless. It was Felicia's own treat to herself to steal something. She always had loved it.

Within minuets, they had pulled into the driveway of a house. No, it was a mansion. This place looked about as big as the Osborn's house. Okay, maybe not quite that big, but this home... this home was huge, "Damn, Felicia, you really want a big house huh?"

"Go big or go home." She purrs, getting out of the car, "Oh wait, this is our home." She grins as the two walked up from the house, "The only condition is to not ask how I got it. Long story." She takes the key in her hand and unlocks it.

"Oh my...god." Lorelei gapes. True, the house was a bit dusty, but it was beautiful, "This is wonderful. Really great way to start out our way back in normal society." She chuckles, "So show my this thing you have for me."

"Right this way." She gestures for Lorelei to follow her down one of the hallways. The reach a door, and Felicia opens it slowly.

Lorelei gasps, bursting through it. It wasn't her bedroom, no, it was something that was even better. She had her own piano, and a canvas for painting. There was furniture sitting in there, so she could sit there to herself, "This room is yours," Felicia leans against the door frame, shoving her hands in her tight jeans, "I wont even enter it unless you say otherwise.."

Lorelei's finger runs over the keys. It was part of her therapy to learn to play. It was soothing, and took her mind from other things. And now she could keep playing, and it would help her, "Thank you..." She mumbled, looking up and smiling.

"You're welcome, Kitty-Cat." She walks up to her younger friend and hugs her, Lorelei obviously shorter as it has always been, "I'm going to put that pizza in." She walked out of the room and down the hall, "Your room is upstairs!" She yells before she was out of vision.

Lorelei hops up to her empty room. Only with a desk, dresser, and a bed. She looks to see her boxes in the middle of her room. Putting her iPod in the stereo, she listens to her collection of Birdy songs, the music filling up her room as she puts her things away.

Lastly, she had her box of paintings to put away. She took her box of pins and started putting them up and around her room. Most of them came from her dreams. Not a lot of them were happy ones.

She had used it for a coping mechanism. Whenever she had a bad dream, or a scaring memory came to mind, she painted it. She sifted through her pile, seeing most of the ones about her memories of Peter.

She asked herself why he stopped coming to see her. They didn't fight, he said he still loved her, and she still said the same about him. But he stopped visiting, then he stopped calling, then he stopped writing. All in about a month and a half.

Her finger ran over the golden flower necklace Peter gave her a year ago for Christmas. She held it tight. She missed him, but she rarely admitted it to herself. She wasn't as mad anymore. She wasn't even as depressed anymore. She just... moved on.

She looked down at the picture of a gem. She laughed ironically at it, "I'm not that damn gem." she shook her head. She hated that analogy Peter made about her. He believed himself to be the poor boy always looking but never affording a beautiful gem. If he had seen her as such, he wouldn't stop seeing her.

She sighed as she looked over it, but a voice interrupting her thoughts, "Pizza's ready, Kitty." Felicia said softly, "Are you putting up everything?" she looked around as she leaned on the door frame.

"Yeah." Lorelei stood, putting the picture up, "I think it helps. Like, you gotta look at the things that hurt you, you know?" She smiled weakly as she walked out the room and down to the dinning room table.

Lorelei wasn't up for celebrating. After dinner she got into her tank top and pajama pants and sat on the couch, all of her school things around her. She hunched over a text-book while all her supplies were in her bag. She had read the letter they sent carefully and flipped through he math pages to understand some of the things she would be learning.

"Hey, Kitty," Felicia purred as she sat behind Lorelei, rubbing her shoulders, "What cha doin'?" She looked over her shoulder.

"Math," Lorelei pushed up her thick nerd glasses ass she flipped the page, "Thanks for the white back-pack, it's nice."

"You're welcome." She kissed her shoulder gently, "I know you love the color."

Lorelei nodded, "This is hella-lot to take in." She mumbled, closing the book ony to switch it with her history book.

"Then take a break, Kitty Cat." Felicia kissed her neck a few times.

Lorelei shrugged her off and smiled, "No, not now, I have to get this done." She laughed.

"You sure?" Felicia wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed her cheek, "I kinda need you know..." She purred in her ear.

"Stop it..." Lorelei whined and giggled, "It isn't jail, you can go to the bar and pick up some guy now..." She pushed her off, this time Felicia staying off.

"Fine." She pouted and stood, "Have fun studying." She stomped away like a little girl.

Lorelei laughed and shook her head, continuing to read her books.

It was nine o'clock once Lorelei felt tired and crawled into her large and comfy bed. She pulled the blankets to her waist, closing her eyes as her classical piano played quietly to help her sleep.

It took her a while to fall asleep, she was too busy thinking about tomorrow. She didn't know what was going to happen at school, but she knew it wouldn't be good. But once she finally put her thoughts to rest, she fell asleep.

Don't hurt me. Yes, Peter and Lorelei are no longer together. Yes, Lorelei and Felicia were flingy in jail(More on that later). And yes, Lorelei's personality has changed a lot. You see more of that in the next chapter.

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