Title: Hang in There, Baby

Summary: It's 14 years later, and Charlie is nearly 16 years old. When she stumbles upon a box in the attic of videos from a girl claiming to be her big sister, Charlie wants to get to the bottom of it. Who is this mysterious Teddy, and why does no one want to tell her about Teddy?

Rating: T

Warnings: Depression, attempted suicide (non explicit), mild cussing in strong situations, paranoia.

A/N: Interlude, ETC. I'm hoping to get the next chapter up soon, so keep an eye out.

By the way, "you're stupid," your insults don't bother me. My mother happens to be adopted and one of my best friends is black. The reason Charlie labelled the woman in the first chapter as black is because she had no idea who Ivy was. Threatening me to remove my story isn't going to work on me-it takes a lot more than a coward who won't even log in to make me back down, and when you start insulting my friends and my family, that is crossing a line, and I will not tolerate it. I removed your comments, and will remove any others you post. I would like to politely remind you that if you have nothing nice or at least neutral to say, don't say anything at all. I am not forcing you to read this story, and neither is anyone else. There is no need to be rude when something bothers you-and I'm not a racist bitch, thank you very much. I am a bitch, but only when people piss me off. And your review didn't even manage to do that.

Besides, I only listen to insults from people who have intellect high enough to spell, punctuate and captialize correctly. You didn't even manage to do that. The reason I asked for reviews is because I need feedback, and I'm not getting quite enough feedback to know if the characters are behaving reasonably, or if some of this stuff is too out there. At that point, I didn't quite know what I was doing with the story, and I needed feedback on where to go.

Come to think of it, I still need that for when I go back and edit.

Sorry to everyone who had to read that, but since they were an anonymous reviewer, this is the only way I can reply to them. I apologize to everyone not involved.

Second A/N: Just realized I put up the wrong interlude. It's fixed now-sorry for everyone who read Interlude 9 again.

Dear Roxy,

How you doing, Rox? Haven't heard from you in ages and ages—you didn't lose your privileges, did you?

Nah, I bet you didn't. You're probably debating Jennette McCurdy versus Miranda Cosgrove with the prison guards, or maybe you're improving their security system, like I know you would.

You're getting released in a month or two, I think, right?

But anyway, remember what I was telling you, about Charlie and her best friends?

Well, there's one of them, I think I mentioned her, Nina, and she looks a lot like you. The reason I didn't mention this earlier was because I hadn't really seen her since she was eleven or twelve, especially since I've been busy at the hospital and Charlie very rarely brings her friends over for family dinners—Mom put a stop to that ages ago, especially since they started a whole food fight mess and Mom was pretty ticked off.

But Nina…I picked them up from school as a favor to Charlie, and Nina looks almost exactly like you did—so I did some background research (AKA interrogating Charlie and Gabe) and it turns out that Nina was adopted. I'm enclosing a picture of the four of them—the boy is Tris, the girl in yellow is Charlie, the one wearing the brightly colored outfit is Krista (Nina's adopted sister) and the girl in the black drama club T-shirt is Nina. They're all going into high school next month.

And then the whole name thing—Nina is short for Janine (I asked her, and that's what she said) and your daughter was Nina-short-for-Janine as well. On top of that, she was wearing a battered silver locket that just happened to look a lot like yours. She's about the right age as well—fourteen, almost fifteen.

On the flip side, her eyes were a completely different color and her hair is curly, not straight. She's shorter than you were, and she's interested in practically none of the same things. She's an energy ball, which is kind of scary, but still cool. You were more laid-back, if I remember correctly.

It's really weird—you'd think I'd have noticed this before, but I didn't, so here it is now.

Anyway, Shane's turning two in a week (he really looks just like a male version of Charlie when she was his age).

Gabe, Mom and Dad all say hi. Charlie still doesn't know about you or Teddy yet, but we're telling her the next time the Anniversary comes around, but then again, we've been saying that for the past five years and we still haven't gotten anywhere. We'll do it before she turns eighteen, though. I swear it.

I think you and Charlie would get along pretty well—Charlie's so much like Teddy in so many ways.

Anyway, I've gotta go (Claudia will kill me if I keep hogging the computer any longer), so…

PJ

Dear PJ,

You're right, she does look a lot like I used to. I compared pictures, and I think she is my daughter.

Really? You're actually going to tell her? Good luck with that—knowing you, you'll chicken out and the poor girl will find out by herself.

I'm being released in a month—the jails are overcrowded and they've decided that since I've been the epitome of good behavior, I can be released safely into the public. I'll have to do community service and go to counseling and check in with a parole officer, etc, but I'm heading to Trenton, NJ to attend college. I think I'd like to study business, maybe minor in art or music.

When I get out, you, Claudia and I are all meeting up for coffee—bring Gabe, too. I'm still really sorry for everything I've done, and I'm extremely grateful that you've all chosen to forgive me.

But why you all keep writing to me is beyond my comprehension—it doesn't exactly make sense for you to want to keep in contact with the woman who killed your baby sister. Well, Gabe's older sister, but I'm writing to you.

Although…if you're talking to Pete, I'm going to seriously question your sanity.

See you in two months?

Roxy

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