A/N: Hello, Lovelies, again. I just published the first chapter, but I already wrote this one, so I figured, "Hey, let's put up the second chapter as well!" I would love to note that I was just listening to the isolated vocals of Here Comes the Sun, A Day in the Life, She's Leaving Home, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, and Within You Without You! It makes me soo happy. But now I'm in the "na" part of Hey Jude, and I'm really enjoying Paul's screaming. :)

Rating: T for swearing, possible...implied intercourse in the future... Yep.

DISCLAIMER: I (sadly) do not own the Beatles.

Holly's POV

Cloak of Nerdiness

Gym class and my wonderful moment of having a friendly conversation with popular people had ended, and we were subjected to the smelly locker room. I honestly didn't want the moment to end, because I felt like my cloak of invisibility had finally turned to ashes.

Oops, it magically came back. Well, not to Abigail. But of course, Abigail realized that she was nice to me, and was mad at herself for it. So she was being even more insulting than before.

I made it through the day easily; I was used to the silence I got from people. At least I had my mind and myself to talk to...forever alone.

I listened to the Beatles when I got home, pretty much the whole afternoon. I was home alone (what did I say, I'm forever alone) due to my older sister, Sabrina, checking out a college in Vermont with my parents. I was supposed to be home alone until morning, actually. Luckily, almost half of my neighbors are cops. And I live in a private neighborhood. See, I'm rich when it comes to money, but terribly poor when it comes to friends.

I also had a lot of swords...like LOTR swords, or POTC swords...I was just so nerdy.

Anyway, I was all set.

After heating myself a frozen chicken pot pie for dinner, I watched a few episodes of Doctor Who, and went to bed, where I sat and stared at the ceiling, listening to the silence. After an hour or so, I had slowly drifted off to sleep.

•••

I had dreamt a dream that night that I will never forget.

At first it was dark. No, not dark, but black. Pitch black. I suddenly heard someone crying. A woman. It was crying out of happiness, but with a hint of pain. Dreadful pain.

I began to notice that not only the woman was crying, but I was as well. No-that wasn't me. But it was coming from me. I had the voice of a young one. A child. A baby. A new born baby. After silence fell over me, I forced my eyes open to see a woman. The woman.

She was blonde, and had deep blue eyes. She was beautiful. But her face was full of warm tears. "Hello, Lillian," she said to me. "Lillian Rose," she told a nurse. The nurse nodded and made her way out of the room.

I looked around the room. It seemed to me that I was seeing the world for the first time. It hit me. I was the new born baby. It wasn't me watching something happen for a dream...it was me being born. And the woman who was holding me was my mother.

"Your father is probably smiling down at us right now," She said to me, her smile warm. "I really wish you two could meet, baby girl, but at least I know that he loves you more than anything. Just like I do." She kissed my forehead.

"Dorothy," said another nurse, walking up to the hospital bed. That's when something else hit me. Everyone had Irish accents.

It took my mom some effort, but she managed to take her eyes off of me to look up at the nurse. "Yes?" She said, her voice sweet and fragile.

The nurse sighed and knelt down beside us. "I'm afraid that your time is almost up," She said, looking at her. "You're heart rate is slowing." Her voice was low and she spoke slowly.

The warm tears. The warm tears that abandoned my mother's face earlier were back. She knew this was coming. The day had been bittersweet for her. She got to welcome her new baby girl into the world today, only to just leave this life a few hours later. My mother was dying. And from what I could tell, she would be joining my father after today.

I found myself trying to keep the touch of her skin in my senses and head for me to remember. I tried to keep the sound of her voice ringing in my ears so I would remember it in the future. Above all, I was trying to keep the happiness we both recieved when she held me in my heart, so I would always remember her.

And love her.

I found that suddenly, nothing else in the world mattered to me but this woman named Dorothy. She was my mother, and I loved her more than anything I laid my newborn eyes on. I felt it in my heart. Although I was only a baby, I had stronger feelings for my mother than I had ever felt before.

"Where do you wish for us to put her?" The nurse asked my mother.

"Dublin," She responded. She looked down at me. She kissed my forehead. "For my St. Patrick's Day, baby girl," She breathed before she kissed my forehead again. Her speech had been slowing. Her breathing as well. I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell her that I loved her. But I only got out a small noise. My mother smiled lightly.

"Dublin it is," the nurse said. "We'll make sure Miss Lillian Rose is in great care," She reassured my mum.

She nodded slowly, the tempo of her nods slowing to a stop. She shed another tear. No, not another tear. Her last tear. "Goodbye, baby." She whispered to me. I felt the rhythm of her breath stop. Her chest was no longer moving up and down. My mother was looking at me, but not focused.

"When you're ready, Dorothy," the nurse said, filling in things on a clipboard, and not paying attention to my mother. My mother was pale, and colder. I had to do something. So I cried. Loudly. I got the nurse's attention, and she picked me up, calling my mother's doctor into the room with some type of code.

The doctor ran in, knowing what to do. The nurse stood with me by the door, and held her hand over her mouth in slight shock. After a few moments, the doctor turned up to look at the nurse. "No pulse. She's dead." He said quietly.

Everything went black.

"Lily! Lily!" A child was jumping on my bed. I opened my eyes. I wasn't a newborn. I was a kid. Not a teenager. I seemed about five or six years old.

"Lily, it's our first day of school!" The child jumping on my bed was Zoey. Zoey with an Irish accent. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

I got out of bed and went to a closet and grabbed a dress. I changed into it and ran downstairs. I grabbed a few slices of bacon and grabbed my lunch box. "Bye Maria!" I heard myself call to a woman in the kitchen. I had an accent too.

I buckled up my shoes and followed the other girls outside of the giant house. My house?

"Stay safe!" I heard Maria call after all of us.

Us as in like, 20 girls. That's when it occurred to me. This was an orphanage.

I went to school that day. I turned out to be more of a stubborn brat than anything. I felt kind of proud though.

After that I had seen more moments, like moving into a new bedroom, my tenth birthday, and dance recitals. It was nice, but my heart was sad, for I missed my mother.

And then the dream ended.

A/N: Well, well, well! :D This chapter is a little shorter than the first one, but I was so proud of this one when I first wrote it the other night. Then I forgot to save. Then I had to rewrite it all. I'm still kind of proud though. :) Just out of curiosity, who's your favorite BEATLE? :)