A long, sappy author's note :I just want to thank you all so much for my reviews on Mayday. I mean, before i posted about the sequel i had 1,065. I am so thankful that you all like it so much and i read every single review and to know that some of you read it over and over again makes me feel so great. It's been over a year since i first published it and i have been thinking and thinking of how i could write a sequel for you guys because a lot of you asked for one. So i have come up with an idea and i can only hope that it lives up to the first one. So here it is, the first chapter of the sequel to Mayday. I will not be able to update fast because i have a job and i don't have a day off for the next 12 days so i will be trying to write during the hours i'm not working so please bear with me and pleaseeee review. Love you all so much. You are the reason i write.

"Thomas please. You don't have to do this." I beg him. The knife is pressed against Austin's neck and I see a spot of blood forming under the blade.

"This is your fault Ally. Why couldn't you just want me instead of him?" He says and with one quick twitch of the wrist he slits Austin's throat and throws his body over the edge. I scream so loud it hurts my own ears.

My eyes flick open and my breathing is heavy. The familiar darkness of my bedroom forms around me and I breathe in and out. It was another nightmare. I have one every night, and I can't stop them. They always end the same way, with Austin dying and not Thomas. I can't get his face out of my head or his crazy eyes as he held Austin against his will and jumped, bringing them both over the cliff.

It's been a month since I arrived to the safety of my home town. We are two weeks into my sophomore year and the crash is still fresh on everyone's mind. Except the one thing that haunts me even more than the crash is Thomas.

I don't understand why this is only happening to me, this reoccurring horror that eats at my brain every day and every night. Austin was pushed over the edge and almost killed by him and he's doing better than I am. His leg is healing faster than expected and before I know it he will be playing football again. He's going on with his life again I hide behind my own shadow.

Wanda and Rick seem okay, though Wanda told me she does talk to the school counselor once a week. My father recommended I do the same but I just can't, because I know the one thing that I will have to do; talk about it. And that means reliving the horrors of the crash, the wolves, being kidnapped by Thomas and then him almost killing Austin. I just don't think I would be able to say it all out loud. I don't really talk much to Daniel and Tiffany, but I know that they aren't the same as they were before.

Every day at school is harder than the previous. I don't know what is worse, walking by the classroom we once all shared or Caroline's locker that is covered in flowers from all of her fellow cheerleaders. All of the memories burn a deeper hole in my heart every time I look at it. It just doesn't feel right to laugh or smile around either of those places.

One of our teachers, Mr. Reynolds, was rumored to be dating Mrs. Paxton the beginning of the year. Some of the kids in his class used to say how he would talk about her in front of them without realizing it and then turn pink when someone asked him about it. I didn't think much of it then, but I can tell that they definitely had something between them. When he passes me in the halls, the skip in his step is gone and his smile is weak. I feel really bad for him.

After I take a shower and get dressed and ready for school, the doorbell rings and I jog down the stairs and stand in front of it. I take a deep breath and grab the doorknob with my hand that's in the cast and shake my head at myself and use the other hand. The door opens, revealing Trish. She smiles wide when she sees me and grabs me for a hug.

I am forever grateful that Trish wasn't on the plane. I am so glad that she got sick and couldn't go. I couldn't stand the thought that her smile might not be genuine anymore, sort of like mine. Trish is too happy and giddy and beautiful to be damaged.

"How are you?" She asks as we break apart.

I grab my backpack off of the chair near the door and shrug, "I'm alright."

I walk through the doorway and onto the porch with her right behind. I lock the front door and place the key under the welcome mat. She links her arm onto mine and we walk down my street. Everything is normal. People are driving by in cars, probably on their way to work or to drop their kids off at school. My neighbor is watering her grass. One of the other neighbor's cats is sunning herself on the sidewalk. Everyone is going on with their day like nothing bad has ever happened. Like no one has ever died. I use to be like them. But after going through something so tragic I can't forget about all the bad things that are happening in the world every day.

"So is Austin going to start playing football again?" She asks.

I nod, "Yep. His leg is getting a lot better. I know he is eager to get back on the field again."

"I don't blame him. He probably just wants to feel normal again." She says, twirling a piece of her hair between two fingers.

"We all do." I tell her.

I want to tell her about my nightmares but I'm afraid. Nobody knows about them except my father, and he only knows little. I don't know how she will react. Will she just be like everyone else and recommend I see a shrink? I don't want her to treat me differently.

As we take the front steps of the school, I notice Austin down the hall talking to one of his football buddies. He has shorts on, revealing his bandaged leg. His white tee shirt is baggy on him. He has clearly lost some of his muscle since everything that has happened. He is noticeably skinnier. But his face is the same and his hair is a little longer. It still doesn't make sense to me that someone like him could love me. He is literally the only good thing that came out of this.

We catch his eyes as we go to my locker. I open it up and grab one of my books, causing another one to fall out at my feet. Before I can do anything, Austin is by my side, bending over and picking it up for me smoothly. He smiles and puts the book back in my locker, "Hey."

I smile back, "Hey."

"Well I'll let you two, do whatever. I have class. See you after school Ally." Trish says. She walks away and I wave at her.

Austin leans against the locker next to mine, "How are you today?" he asks, caressing the side of my face. I put my hand on his and close my eyes, sighing.

"I'm okay." Austin doesn't know about my nightmares but he's not stupid. He knows how everything has affected me. I mean, he was by my side for most of it.

"I have a doctor's appointment after school to look at my wound and then hopefully I'll be getting my arm cast off too."

"Awesome." I say weakly.

"How's your arm." He says, grabbing it softly and looking my cast over.

"Well it's taking longer to heal because of the shape it was in when we were rescued, but it doesn't feel too bad."

"That's good." He says. He lifts up my other hand and kisses it.

I blush and he notices. He smiles wide and pulls me into a hug, "I love you." He whispers.

I nod against his chest, "I love you too."

"Ewe PDA."

We jump apart and it's Austin's red headed friend that he was just talking to earlier. Austin rolls his eyes and punches him in the shoulder, "Shut up Dez, we were just hugging."

"I know, but its fun to mess with you." He says and laughs.

"Dez, this is Ally, Ally this is Dez."

"I know. We have a class together." I say blankly.

"We do?" He asks, surprised.

I roll my eyes. And Dez stays silent. Austin notices the awkwardness between us and clears his throat just as the bell rings. "Dude we have to go." Dez says, pulling at Austin's arm.

He looks down at me and frowns, "I'll see you at lunch okay?"

I nod and wave to him as he's pulled away. I sigh and rub the back of my neck. I love Austin, but I don't fit in with his jock friends and I never will. Most of them don't know who I am unless I'm with Austin and they few that do know me are because of the crash. They never even thought to say hi to me before but now they pity me.

When lunch time comes around, Trish and I enter and get in line. We were a little late, so Austin is already seated with Dez and a few other football players and cheerleaders. I sigh and stare at my tray. Trish notices my change in mood and nudges me with her elbow, "What's wrong?"

"I just don't fit in with Austin and his friends. It was so different when we were stranded. It was just me and him. He was himself. Now he's back to being the golden boy. Why did I think things would be different? Actually, I didn't think they would be. I knew this would happen." I say, ignoring the cafeteria lady giving me a strange look as she plops down a pile of mashed potatoes on my tray.

"Ally I think you're over reacting." Trish says.

I shake my head, "I'm not."

"Why don't you try to fit in with them?"

I laugh, "I couldn't fit in with them before and I definitely couldn't now."

She laughs nervously, "Why not?"

"Because I am nothing like the Ally I was before."

"Ally…"

I shake my head again, "I am nothing like I was before." I whisper. I take my tray of food and dump it in the trash before walking out of the cafeteria room.