A/N: Hey guys. :D Here it is, the sequel! I was originally going to make this chapter longer, but I was kinda anxious about getting this up, so. :p Disclaimer: I do not own any band, product names, websites, etc. that will be mentioned in any up coming chapters. I only own any OC's and the story line. :) Thanks for reading, I hope you all like it.

2 Years later:

I felt the eyes of the invisible jury staring holes into my back. Which was weird, at trials the person testifying never sat with their backs to the jury.

"Miss. Hart, why did you kill Taylor?" Judge Dessen asked me, with a dirty look smeared across his face. A gasp escaped from my lips, and I immediately began shaking my head.

"Taylor was my was best friend, why would I kill him?" I stuttered. The Judge's face clouded over with disgust.

"Miss. Hart, you do realize you can go to jail for perjury, correct?"

"Excuse me? I'm telling the truth!" I yelled. The Judge shook his head and pointed at me. I raised my eye brow before looking down at my hands. I started shaking at the sight of them; they were covered in blood and scratches.

"How could you do it Jessica?" A familiar voice asked from behind me. A chill ran down my spine. I turned around in my chair to see that brown haired freckle faced boy staring at me. His neck was covered in black and blued bruises.

I tried to speak, but no words would come out of my mouth. I tried to move, but I was frozen to the chair. "How could you?" The voice repeated and the next thing I knew, the floor was swallowing me up and I couldn't breathe..

I sat straight up in my full sized bed. My shirt clung to my now dampened skin. I pushed some of my brown hair out of my face and took a few deep breaths. It was just a dream. A horrible, horrible dream.

I don't even know why they still freak me out. I've been having them every night for the past two years, since the trial ended and the case was put to rest, so to speak.

I reached underneath my pillow case for my white Samsung Galaxy S3 that was still plugged into its charger. I pressed the power button on its right and squinted at the screen, the light was too much for my eyes.

4:32 A.M.

I sighed and lay back down. I took another deep breath as anxiety worked it's way up into my chest, exploding its ball of heat that it always left behind.

Things have really changed since the trial. I won't sugarcoat it for you, like Chelsea or Ryan would. The trial wasn't all rainbows and butterflies and neither were our lives after wards.

With that being said, I'm sure you can guess who won the trial.

Anyway, on with All We Know. My cousin Carson is now in the band. He took over Taylor's jobs. It was really hard those first few weeks when we practiced with him. It just wasn't right playing with him. I've never gotten used to it. I know Chelsea and Ryan have, I just can't. Taylor was my best friend, there's no replacing him and the memories.

We've released one EP and we're currently writing for our album that we're hoping we'll get out next summer. We've done a few tours here and there.

The hate isn't as bad as it once was. Things have cooled down a lot since the closing arguments. People just ignore us now for the most part. Although occasionally I will get hate tweets from time to time.

My band mates and I also live in San Diego now. It's closer to labels, which we still haven't gotten signed to any. We're still haunting and hoping. You'd think we would have gotten some offer with all the publicity around us, but nope, nothing.

The sound of somebody tumbling down the hallway, snapped me out of my thoughts. I sat up and shot my eyes immediately to my bedroom door.

The knob turned, and in walked a sleepy Ryan. "Jess, you awake?" He rubbed his eyes.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I just got a call from Jeff." Ryan announced. I gasped, Jeff was our tour manager. It has to be something big if he's calling this early.

"What did he want?" I asked as I crawled to the end of my bed. Ryan sighed.

"He wouldn't say. He said he's going to come over later and tell us, but he said it's huge." Ryan gushed as a small smile spread across his lips.

"I can't wait."

"I'm gonna tell everyone else and try to get some more sleep." He chuckled as he made his way back over to my bedroom door. All I could do was nod, because what else was there to say? When Jeff meant later, he meant he was gonna torture us until after dinner. That's what he always did.

"Is it a tour, or?" I found myself wondering out loud. Ryan shrugged again before walking out the door. I just sighed and lay back down. I fell fast asleep and all I could do was dream of my best friend.