A/N: So this is chapter two…obviously, lol. I owe my devotion to my loving cousin/twin/bestfriend/writer Neesha aka Miss Twitch etc. It's a rather short one, but I have others following! So enjoy!

"Is something wrong sweetheart?" My mother asked. I was sitting at the table, not touching my dinner. "Did something happen today?"

I shook my head, and shoved a bite of chicken in my mouth to satisfy her. "No…"

"Are you sure? You seem a little down..." My mother's sad attempt to convince me to speak almost made me want to tell her, but I just couldn't with out crying.

I cleared my throat, and took another huge bite. I said, "I'm okay mom, really."

Looking towards her thin face, I could see the agony in her blue eyes. The agony of a mother who had lost her husband earlier this year, and the agony of having a seventeen year old daughter who wont open up to her. Her slight creases above her eyebrows revealed all of the time she spent scrunching them while she was crying, while she was figuring out funeral arrangements.

The sight was getting too unbearable, so I looked back at my plate full of food that I'd never finish, and picked it up on my way to the kitchen. It was just on the other side of my dining room wall.

My plate of chicken got dumped in the trash bin, and I set it in the sink, just staring at it with intense eyes. There was nothing to focus on, but I stared at it much too hard for an average object.

Before I knew it, a thick salty shield was blocking my vision and my sobs came much to fast to compose myself within the minute. They were loud and annoying, but I couldn't control them at all. Just flashing back to my previous day, there was nothing I could do but noisily blubber.

My mothers' rushed footsteps filled the small hallway, and soon she was standing in the doorway, wondering what was wrong with me, her pathetic daughter. I could hear her impatient breaths.

"What's going on? What's happened Elle?" She spewed, keeping her distance, but wanting to put her arms around my shoulders and comfort me.

I stuttered, "N-Nothing mom. Please j-j-just go a-away!"

She kept her position, leaning forward to speak directly to me. "Please talk to me honey. Let me in…"

I stood taller, letting my shoulders align and pushing my tears inside for later reference. The shield over my eyes was soon gone, and I was just angry.

"Stop talking to me like I'm ten, I'm seventeen." I muttered angrily, my eyes still damp from crying.

My mother, Irene, hunched away from me, wary over my instantaneous change in emotion, and still worried.

"I just want to talk to you Elle. We barely associate anymore!" Her voice sounded like a sob, but she still had her forlorn face on.

I scoffed, letting the sadness drip away. "I don't wanna talk mom. Just stay out of my business."

My metaphorically poisonous statement left mother stunned, so I took the chance to exit dramatically, and escape to my dungeon; also known as my room. This was my shrine; it had nothing to do with the outside world, or its problems, just me. The walls were painted to my liking; two black, and two turquoises. The walls simply had my artwork mounted on them in thick-rimmed frames; my anime was my dad's favorite, but it was never mine. It was the least I ever did.

He was always so proud of me though. There was never one piece he didn't compliment me on, and I appreciated it even more when he criticized it.

Plopping on my un-made bed, I pet my cat Twitch softly as he purred in his sleep. He was a grey cat, but he was special for his black spots that covered his white stomach. Twitch was like no other cat anyone saw, he was special and he was also the only one in the world who could listen to me rant.

Except for Caleb.