Hello lovelies! (:

This is it. This is my second multichapter story y'all were waiting for! (well, at least I hope you were waiting for it :D)

Before you'll read the first chapter, I want you to know, that if the story seems a little bit boring in the beginning - trust me, it won't after a while. Besides, there will be Romance and Friendship, too, just coming slowly, because I don't want to rush anything.

I was trying my best at this fanfiction, was writing and reading all over again day 'n night and I hope you guys will like and review it, your opinion means a lot to me. And all the reviewers will get cookies! (I think this is going to be my author's note catch phrase :D)

Chapter I

She loved being in her room. It was like her little kingdom, a place where she felt safe, a place where she could do anything she had ever wanted, where no one and nothing could stop her from doing what she liked; her room was the place where she belonged.

The only place where she belonged.

"Raquel, the meal is in the fridge, you can warm it up when you become hungry. And you'll go and buy us something to eat, alright?" a female voice yelled.

"Yes, Mom," the girl called Raquel replied with a voice much quieter than her mother.

"Good, I'm out and you better don't call me." Raquel heard the door opening.

"I will not, Mom," the girl answered then and the door was closed.

Her full name was Raquel Oprah Blue. She hated her full name and that's why people used to call her Rocky. That was a long time ago: for the dark-haired seventeen-years-old it felt like forever since she had a conversation with someone who saw her as the girl she had been before.

It weren't really the changes about her, but the changes that people believed happened to her.

Rocky stood up from her bed and pushed the curtains away, before looking into the big window, the only one in her room. It was middle of spring; beginning of April, she believed, so it was quite unusual that the sun didn't shine and the once clear ocean-blue sky was covered with clouds. The weather didn't bother Rocky; in fact, she hated sun, because she associated it with happiness, a thing she had lost for about three years now.

Different thoughts were on the young woman's mind, they were like thousands of voices speaking at the same time so she didn't have a chance to understand more than pieces of sentences, without any correlation.

Maybe she's gone crazy with those voices in her head, but to be honest, she didn't care really.

Rocky closed the curtains, because the sight of the outside made her feel scared. She always felt scared whenever she wasn't in her room or had a connection to the outside in there. It reminded her of all the things she hated about her life, all the things that made her think about a perfect solution to end this all. But she didn't have enough courage to go through killing herself.

She didn't have enough courage to kill anyone.

Rocky opened the door of her room slowly, looking into the living room. It was really quiet and usually she would feel the presence of someone else in the appartment, but right now she could only feel coldness and darkness.

That was what Rocky felt when she made sure she was still alive.

The youngest Blue made her way to the kitchen and opened the grey-coloured fridge with notes put with magnets on it. The fridge was literally empty, except for a box with a piece of cheap cheese in it, a plate and a bottle; she didn't know what liquid was in it since she wasn't able to look through. Rocky took the plate out with her stronger right hand and closed the fridge with the left one, accidentaly dropping a magnet on the floor.

It was a souvenir from Canada Ty had bought when he was on his tour in Ottawa. He connected lots of memories with it: his career, his fans, his ex-girlfriend he met in Canada, even. She knew he would kill her, because the magnet, shaped like a maple leaf, was now laying down on the floor, broken into little pieces.

Like her life was.

Rocky bit her lower lip and laid the plate down on the table to open the microwave that was located on the top of the quite high fridge. The dark-haired girl had no problems to reach out for it anyway and put the plate into the microwave, before choosing a warm-up time of one minute.

Her stomach made strange noises; she didn't have breakfast, after all.

After eating Rocky went to the living room, where she put on her dark brown boots, threw a coat over her shoulder and opened the door. She didn't want to go outside, she would do anything to stay in the safe walls of her room, but she knew the consequences too well.

She put the sleeve of her sweatshirt up and bit her lip again, while studying the lilac bruise on her arm.

It wasn't Ty, but she was probably going to get a first bruise from him, too.

In the very moment Rocky stepped out of the apartment building, she felt someone glaring at her back. It was a thing she should get used to, but she didn't. She never lost hope that someday people would find out the truth and everything would go back to normal. But with every day she woke up and found out nothing changed, her hope faded a little bit more.

She didn't give up the tiny piece that was left, though.

"Well, who is this again?" Rocky heard a voice faking enthusiasm. She ignored the girl being the one who knew exactly people abused her without any reason. "I believe I asked you something," the voice said, now sounding annoyed and angry. "Answer when I ask you something, Raque-loser!"

This was Rocky's new name since she returned to Chicago. And Cecelia Jones, the redheaded girl who was talking to Rocky and bullied the innocent brunette the most, was the one who came up with this nickname. She was one of the girls who belonged to the cool clique now, since CeCe had the most courage of them all, she would do anything to prove that. Rocky didn't recognize her once-best friend again; deep down in her heart she felt very guilty because she knew it was her fault that CeCe had changed so much. That CeCe had became a whore. Rocky remembered the years of their friendship and with these memories the sight of the new CeCe hurt her even more; she still loved her and even if CeCe seemed to have forgotten everything they have been through, Rocky did not and would certainly never do.

CeCe had not only been through changes in her character, but she had also become stronger, which led to the fact that she could easilly knock out her ex-best friend. She used her strength to scare Rocky, but some part of her always forbid to hurt her more than necessary. Maybe it was also this part that didn't believe in Rocky's guilty like everyone else did. But that part of CeCe was hidden good enough to let nobody know it existed at all.

"Why don't you just leave me alone?" Rocky questioned.

"Name one reason why I should do something that you told me to," the redhead questioned back, sounding clearly contemptible.

"Then do not leave me alone." Rocky tried a trick that worked when you used it on stubborn people.

"If you say so," CeCe said; it was clearly one point for Rocky, but she made it seem like Rocky's comebacks were not even worth enough to get a point in general.

She tried to walk faster; she could only hope the redheaded girl would give up because of the boredom of this conversation, but she forgot CeCe wasn't stubborn - she was extremely stubborn.
"I'm not done with you, Raque-loser." Rocky would like to answer something naughty, grobian-ish: she had been around people who were able to be so as well as they could breath long enough. But if she did, it would only make people believe even more that she's one of them. Wait, don't they believe that already? Rocky felt CeCe's hard grip on her arm; the blood couldn't find his way in the veins located there.

"And I will never be done with you. Because I hate you." These words made Rocky more upset than any physical pain. "Do you want to know how much I hate you?"

"No," Rocky managed to say; no, whisper.

CeCe brought her face close to Rocky's and flustered, "There is never going to be a thing or a person that I would hate more than I hate you." She felt a hot tear running down her cheek, an other one her chin. "And I am never going to forgive you." There was silence; Rocky's body shook because of that she cried.

"Because you killed my brother."