AN: Thanks for the review, here's the next chapter. It's in the girl's P.O.V. I'm probably going to do one chapter House, one chapter the girl until their stories meet up.
CHAPTER 2: EMPTY STARES
She woke up to the sound of a car rushing past the bench she was on.
Startled, she shot up and checked her watch. It was still early (around five o'clock) so she should be able to get into her house, take a shower, and grab some clothes. It really didn't matter if her parents were there or not, because honestly, they didn't care. She would rather not run into them, though... nothing was worse then seeing your own parent's empty stare directed at you.
Luckily, no one was awake yet so she could pass through the house without incident. Hopping out of her kitchen window (the door creaked) she quickly jogged down the sidewalk to catch her bus... just like any other day.
Once she was on the bus, her whole life changed. She went from Emily the unknown, the unloved, the unseen, to Emily the musical, smart, and confident kid with a good number of friends. It was amazing, really, how easy it was to lie to people, to everyone really, about her quote loving parents and secure home unquote. Besides, she already knew the score. Her friends cared about her in school, but not at home (there she could sink or swim). Everybody lies, she thought to herself as she joined her friend in the bus seat.
After mindless hours of school (why bother to pay attention, it was just worksheets about stuff she knew three years ago) Emily decided to head to the gym. It was too early to go to the library, the aids usually got suspicious when someone stayed for 6+ hours without calling their parents. She stayed in the gym until everyone else left, and until the teacher running the program said softly "Do you need a ride somewhere?" Emily quickly shook her head and left. Nobody could see her as a weak child except herself.
Emily decided to walk to the library, because she was getting low on cash again. Lucky for her, most adults took pity on the small girl carrying groceries, so she usually turned out okay. She usually made around 10 bucks an hour, and worked for about 14 hours a week, so she could pay for her own food. It's not like her parents would buy her anything, they were to wrapped up in themselves.
When Emily finally made it to the library, she headed straight for the mysteries section. She loved mysteries because she could solve them in the first couple of chapters, and after that it was just funny to read. She noticed a tall man, standing slightly bent, staring intently over a shelve of some mysteries. He looked like he didn't shave much and was wearing a t-shirt. She would have mistaken him for a bum if she didn't notice the high-finished cane resting along his leg. She couldn't get past without moving him. Emily slid past him, a hand on his back, and she said "Excuse me," in a quiet voice. The man turned around, as though he was startled, and stared down at her with piercing intensity with his blue eyes.
She quickly moved past him and sat down at a desk, pretending not to notice the man's eyes on her. Why was he watching her so intently? She shook her head, and began to read.
