A/N: You have no idea how much pain I had to go through these past few weeks! My computer crashed, I cried, I worried my story was gone, I vomitted blood (fake blood), I fell in love (that's a flat out lie), I found out my story was still here, I cried tears of joy, I stubbed my toe! It was just plain awful, it actually wasn't. It was annoying as hell but I'm exaggerating all the bad stuff. This is the long awaited PART TWO! Thanks to LizardQueen for reminding me people were reading this, hint hint. I'll leave you alone no so you can read it...

PART TWO

I'll BE YOUR MIRROR

She sat staring at the wall behind her professors head as he spoke; she had stopped paying attention once he had given them the notes for the final. She looked over at the guy sitting next to her, he was writing as fast as he could scribbling down every piece of information their professor droned on about. His name was Joe and it fit him perfectly. Joe. Plain boring Joe who she had met in a study group at the beginning of the year, Joe who she had tried dating and found it much too hard. She looked at the clock and was relieved to find that the class was almost over, she was starving she had stopped eating breakfast since she came here. She actually found that the idea of breakfast at this point brought her close to nausea.

"Okay! That's it for today but I expect to see you guys tomorrow ready for more review." The professor finally announced. Liz gathered her things and walked towards the door; she stepped out into the hallway and pushed her way into a throng of people making her way towards her dorm. She reached her room and pushed the door open knowing her roommate refused to lock it, saying it was 'Unfriendly'

"Hey Liz!" said the blonde girl sitting on her bed.

"Hi Michelle," she looked over to see her looking through a pile of clothes "Are those mine?" Liz questioned raising her eyebrow.

"Yeah, I was looking for something for you to wear tonight but as it turns out you are a complete loser." Michelle frowned throwing the clothes on the ground before standing up and walking towards her own closet.

"Hey! Why did you do that?" Liz said glaring at the girl.

"Because all your clothes are awful,"

"Thanks so much. And don't even try to defend that tube top you are wearing!" Liz yelled, a smile spreading across her face.

"What's wrong with this?" Michelle asked looking down at her shirt.

"It says '2 Hot For U' on it!"

"So?"

"I think I'll die the moment I realize I'm too lazy to wear shirts that actually spell the words!"

"What's so wrong about it?"

"I don't even use that disturbingly annoying lingo online let alone on my clothes. And why even do that in the first place? To give some illiterate perv a chance to ogle your boobs?"

"Fine!" Michelle threw up her hands in defeat "But you need to wear something."

"Why? What's happening tonight?" Liz asked as she placed her books on her desk.

"Just a little Pre finals get together." Michelle said quietly trying to act careless.

"So that's why you're wearing the least amount of clothes I've ever seen you in, for a get together?" Liz smiled

"Ok, ok you caught me it's a party!"

"No! Really?" Liz said sarcastically

"And you have to come!"

"Why? So I can depress all the drunken frat boys? Oh, and maybe if I'm lucky I can have a hangover for my finals!" Liz mocked her roommate's suggestion.

"Don't worry you can be the designated driver and maybe you could pretend you're happy for a couple of hours," Michelle stated seriously while Liz raised her eyebrow in question "Anyways the drunken frat boys will be too busy molesting a less jaded freshman then yourself." Michelle smiled

"Fine but I'm not wearing anything slutty and I plan to stand in the corner and glare."

"Good! Now we just have to find you an outfit, don't worry you can borrow one of mine!"

"I said nothing slutty!"

"Oh please you think that's all I have?"

"Well, it's all you wear."

"Meow! Someone's bitter!"

"Who says Meow?!" Liz yelled trying not to laugh

"Here you can wear this," Michelle said throwing a black tank top and green cargo pants on the bed "And keep them, they're not my style."

"You're right they are not designed for maximum gropage!" Liz said feigning shock

"Oh please!" Michelle said throwing the clothes at Liz and pointing towards the bathroom. "Now change!" Liz walked into the bathroom and stared into the mirror for a moment before noticing the calendar, she closed her eyes scolded herself for not remembering.

'Today is the day' the familiar voice echoed through her head, 'today is the day it all fell apart and they slipped away from you' a tear slipped down her cheek.

"You almost ready?" Michelle yelled from the other side of the door.

"I ...I don't know if I want to go anymore." Liz stated shakily.

"Liz, I'm not gonna do this again. You are coming and that's it!" Michelle smiled at her confidence.

Liz wiped the tear from her face and started putting her clothes on.

"Two years, it's been two years," she reasoned with herself quietly "I said I wouldn't let this control my life anymore," she ran her hand across the scar that had reminded her of her loss everyday.

'Everyday but today' she shook her head trying to get rid of the voice that had plagued her for a year, the voice that still managed to get into every dream. 'You forgot them'

"Shut up." She stated firmly

'Alex is still in those woods'

"Shut Up."

'He's still rotting into the earth, in those cold dark empty woods where you left him.'

"Shut up"

'alone' Liz covered her ears as if that would block out the voice 'And you left Max in that room' tears streamed down her face 'you left him there for those men, those men in their lab coats. You left him their so they could cut him open, rip out everything'

"stop it," she pleaded quietly as she sunk to her knees

'he was empty when they finished'

"no," her voice becoming weaker and weaker

'do you think he would have left you? Do you honestly think he would have let those animals rip him apart?'

"please,"

'He couldn't beg them for mercy; he couldn't stop him from putting him through those machines'

"I'm sorry,"

'They died for you, they saved your life. And how did you repay them? By leaving them for those people?'

"I'm so sorry," Liz said again the tears still streaming, her pleas were met by silence this time.

"Liz! Come on!" Michelle yelled getting impatient

"One second," Liz said her voice small and quiet; she opened one of the small droors on the vanity and rummaged though it until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out the gleaming key and knelt down to a box with a red rose pattern covering it, she unlocked the lock she had placed on the box and opened it slowly revealing a stash of items. Papers with the translations from 'The Book' on them, the necklace Max had given her, and pictures. Pictures of Alex, Max, Maria, Michael, Isabel, Kyle, Valenti, even Tess they were pictures of her old life. Pictures of a life she had lost a long time ago. She picked up the necklace and placed it around her neck before closing the floor back up and lifting herself back up. She wiped the tears from her face and redid her make up quickly before leaving the bathroom.

"Finally!" Michelle said exasperatedly "Let's go," she giddily walked out the door Liz not far behind.

"Let's" Liz said sadly.

Michelle burst into the bar smiling her head off

"I knew he'd remember me!" Michelle said perkily of the bouncer who had been standing outside.

"That's generally what happens when you sleep with them," mocked a deep male voice

"Harry!" Michelle smiled as Liz walked up behind her eyes cast downward "Liz you remember Harry!" Michelle poked Liz in the chest, Liz responded by mumbling a hello.

"Nice to see you too gloomy," Harry sneered.

"Come on you guys lets find a table!" Michelle said grabbing Liz's arm and leading her through the crowd. They reached a small round table surrounded by bar stools.

"I'm gonna go to the bar I'll be back," Harry walked toward the bar

"Get me a beer!" Michelle said loudly before she sat at the table with Liz.

"You said you would glare." Michelle said furrowing her brow

"What?" Liz said momentarily awakened from her zombie like state

"You said you'd glare, all I'm seeing on you is this kind of inward depressing reflecty thing."

"Why do you care?" Liz asked looking down again

"Fine, but you're gonna start attracting the sensitive guys like flies." Harry returned two beers in hand; Michelle took a large swig of hers before setting it down and grabbing Harry's hand, "Let's dance!" Michelle started leading him away but first turned back towards Liz "Just don't come crying to me when you're up to your ass in Mr. Rights," Liz nodded to her and the Michelle disappeared into the crowd. Liz held the alien pendant on her necklace and closed her eyes, her mind flashed to the scene in the woods.

Alex?! Alex! No! Wake up please please!

How long was he lying there?

All I know is that he never made it inside.

No, now please Liz we have to get out of here before... Before we die too

Where's Alex?

Then you know what we have to do. All of us together.

But Max you said we wouldn't be alone.

You should have left me; you should have just left while you still had a chance.

Never let them get you Liz, if they come looking never let them touch you,

'but you let them get him.' Stated the clear crisp voice that had haunted her 'he died for you, he gave his life for you and you left him for the wolves' a tear slipped down Liz's cheek 'and now he's empty and preserved in a jar' she clenched her fists until tiny drops of blood sprang from her palm 'you should have died'

"I know" she whispered sadly.

"Are you ok?" a rich masculine voice cut through the darkness, Liz opened her eyes to see a man with light brown hair hanging in his face standing in front of her. His forehead creased when she didn't answer.

"Miss?" he said trying to shake her from her reverie

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm fine thanks" Liz stumbled over her words before she snapped out of her trance, "Did you just call me 'Miss'?" She said raising an eyebrow trying to regain composure. The man furrowed his brow confused by her sudden change in temper.

"Uh... yes I did," He faltered

"That's weird," she said quietly staring him directly in the eye now with a new found confidence that burned in her eyes.

"I guess it is..." he said a crooked smile crossing his face

"You shouldn't say things like that it confuses people," Liz said standing up from her seat.

"What do you mean?" He questioned playfully

"Well..." she took a deep breath "it makes people question your motives."

"Really?" his smile broadening

"Yes, for instance how am I supposed to know what you think of me? Are you trying to act overly polite so you can get in my pants and then sneak out the window before I wake up? Or are you genuinely concerned for me, a complete stranger?"

"Well, how do I know you don't use that little breakdown routine on every guy?" He cocked his head

"I guess you don't," she shrugged walking towards the door; he followed close behind making his way through the crowd. Liz stepped outside into the refreshing cool air and he walked fast to keep up.

"I'm Tom, if you were wondering" He said smiling widely, Liz stopped and looked up at him squinting against the light of the lamppost behind him.

"I'm Liz," she said while shaking his hand, returning his smile.

"It's nice to meet you Liz,"