Me: Back again! With...a second entry/chapter YAY! I see a few people have taken a liking to my story. The email I have gotten notifying me that my story has been favored. And that one comment. Well, whoever you are! I shall answer. Read the comment Bardock.

Bardock: *sigh* ...why me...*reads* "Klaus Klaus Klaus Klaus...;)...Does she hate the number '63 because Katherine arrives in MF 1863? Hmm...clairvoyant?" DONE!

Me: Well "NA" reader...She just might be...but who knows?

Kouga: YOU should know.

Yamcha: Yeah, you wrote it.

Me: :p I knows. Anyways, Kouga, you do the honors?

Kouga: Renae724 doesn't own Dragonball/Z/GT, Inuyasha, The Vampire Diaries or anything related.

Me: Though I wish I did...:(...wasn't bron when Dragonball was made, wasn't born when The Vampire Diaries was written, and I was one when Inuyasha was created...

Yamcha: Enough talking!

Bardock: Onward my good reader!

August 1, 1860

Dear Diary,

I have returned to your pages. One week ago, I wrote my first entry. And tre settimane fa, I was forced here. I need not explain why I am here, as you have learned in my last entry.

I can't begin to tell you how miserabile I have been since coming here. The first week here, I was taken care of. My wounds I had obtained from my…"incidente".

Oh, have I failed to mention exactly HOW my father explained my injuries? Well…that night was una notte di ordinaria. After I had gotten back from a trip to town with Stefan and Damon, I bathed and ate dinner.

Afterwards I helped Stefan retire to his room. Damon was…I have no clue where he was. The last I saw of him was at the dinner table. Then I left with Stefan. It was most likely he was, again, furtivamente una bottiglia of father's whiskey.

After I left Stefan to sleep, oh yes. I recall going to look for Damon. I entered den del padre, in search for him. He wasn't in there so I turned to leave.

Father was behind me, a bottle in his hand. He smelled terribile, apparently having much to drink that night.

He told me, "Coming to steal my" he burped before he could finish the sentence. Of course I denied it. It wasn't true! I told him I was alla ricerca di Damon, but I guess my words never sunk into his thick skull.

He slapped me. Of course I was shocked. The only time my father had ever stuck me was when I was thirteen. I had cursed the name of mia madre. In the seven years I had known her, she never paid me much attention; always giving me off to Lucida, our maid.

Anyways, after the shock wore off. I had to wipe the small amount of blood from my chin. Then he grabbed by my arm and threw me onto the table where his glasses and bottles were. The table broke and the glass shattered around me.

I'm guessing this is what made him angrier. He hit me and even kicked me. I was hurt and a bit dizzy. He turned away from me, and that's when I attempted to escape. I got up and tried to run for the door, but he grabbed my arm. With my other free arm, I whirled around and struck my fist to his face.

I'm pretty certain that knocked him unconscious. The blows to my head were getting to me and I could barely stand. Just as I was about to collapse, I felt arms around me.

I heard "Come on Taylor, let's go." And I felt myself being lifted from the ground. I passed out then.

Seemed as though seconds later I found myself on my bed looking up into Damon's face. He looked worried and scared. I didn't know what was wrong. I tried to sit up when my body ached at my movement.

"Don't sit up. Stay still, you're hurt." Damon said to me. A moment later I felt something cold and wet on my face. I was confused as to what happened to me.

I asked him what happened, and his eyebrows came together. "Did I fall of Aramis?" That is my horses name.

He shook his head. "Father…" He stopped, his eyes flashed with anger. But that was enough for me to remember. I nodded but a pain in my neck stopped me. I immediately felt something cold on my neck.

"DON'T move." Damon ordered. I asked how long I had been asleep.

"It's morning." He answered. I looked at the window and saw the sun just above the horizon.

"Where is father?" I asked. Damon shook his head and shrugged.

"I could care less." His tone frightened me a little but I gave him a knowing look, I dared not to move my head again. He then told me he was going to check on Stefan. He pressed his lips to my forehead before leaving the room.

I stayed still, unsure about what to do, or think. A few moments later and I was almost asleep again when I heard yelling and heavy footfall on the floor. The door flew open and father marched in with many other people.

"There she is. Take her away!" My father shouted and pointed towards me. I was the side of his face was bruised and swollen. Four people then came towards me.

"What's going on?" I yelled as they, very painfully, yanked me from the bed. They put strapped and onto my arms and legs and carried me out. I shouted for them to let me go as they rushed me out into the hallway.

I heard a familiar voice yelling to release me. I managed, painfully as I was still very hurt and sore, to turn my head. I saw three men holding Damon back as he tried to get to me. I was then taken here; Eastern State Hospital.

Dear Diary, I regret to inform you that my lest entry contained some mistakes. All that I have told you came in a blur. I hadn't remember much. In my last entry, I said my father locked my inside my room, after he recovered from my strike.

I was wrong, as I remember now it was Damon who took me away from father after I knocked him unconscious. A silly mistake, please forgive me.

But all of that leads to why I am here, and the other reasons I failed to answer, due to my sudden remembrance.

I am here because I hit my father, due to my insanity. I was hurt because after I had struck my father, and due to my apparent drunken state I had fallen and broken a table. Explaining why his table in the den was broken.

Oh, I failed to mention I was drunk as well? That's why a bottle of his whiskey was gone. I had stolen his whiskey, and got drunk, adding to my insanity, and hit him after he tried to console my drunkenness. Oh the lies! It sickens me!

All this reminiscing has led me to lose my train of thought…I was talking about the weeks I have spent here, yes? Well, I shall explain the next time we meet. I am exhausted. Buonanotte mio amico.

Forever mine,

Taylor Salvatore

Me: Whoop whoop whoop whoop!

Kouga: That's annoying.

Bardock: Whoop whoop! *in Kouga's ear*

Me: That was a longer chapter yes? Much longer. 200 words long. The last chapter, without the intros and outros, was below 900 words. This one is 1,087. But with these included more.

Yamcha: 2 minutes until 4 AM.

Me: WELL I'm dedicated to my readers. And well...I was playing my game...and my sims died. And then her ghost was around. There was scary ghost noises. I'll admit I was kinda scared and freaked out.

Kouga: SHUT UP!

Bardock: Whoop whoop...fine then. -_-

Me: *sigh* Please review! :D If you have questions I'll try to answer! Whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop!

CRAP CRAP CRAP! SORRY! I TOTALLY FORGOT TO TRANSLATE! I posted the chapter then went to read it and then saw I forgot to translate. Sorry!

Tre settimane fa = Three weeks ago

Miserabile = Miserable

Incidente = Accident

Una notte di ordinaria = A ordinary night (Exact translation = A night of ordinary)

Furtivamente una bottiglia = Sneaking a bottle

Den del padre = father's den (Exact translation = Den of the father o.O')

Terribile = Terrible

Alla ricerca di Damon = Looking for Damon

Mia madre = My mother

Il mio treno di pensiero = My train of thought

Buonanotte mio amico = Goodnight my friend

Me: And if you're wondering why Taylor stopped speaking bits of Italian...well..give me a break, it was 3 in the morning. I'm tired and now it's 4 in the morning. I get tired of writing in Italian and translating. :D Nighty night!