Chapter 2

As Jackie walked home that night she felt the tears flowing down her cheeks. She felt cowardly and dirty, all she wanted to do was sleep. Plunge into her warm covers and forget that the world even existed, but nothing is ever really that simple anyway.

She approached her house, and thought to herself 'Jeez, I can't even call it a home, no on is probably there.' And she was right, no one was there. Not even the maids, but Jackie was used to it all, and things weren't the same anymore, Jackie wasn't the same anymore. She didn't feel like the fun, giddy, peppy, and annoying girl she used to be, she felt like she was looking out on herself, watching her very own drama take place, and not being able to do anything.

Jackie's P.O.V

I want to tell them, I want to tell anyone really, approach a random stranger and pour my heart and thoughts out, but I can't. Whenever I try to speak my voice gives out and I'm left there, mouth wide open and no thoughts. And I'm caught feeling, because all the memories of that event flood back to my mind and I want to cry, or punch, or blame someone. But I can't because it all comes back to the fact that it was my entire fault. And right now, all I want to do is sleep.

End Jackie's P.O.V

The next morning Jackie woke up, her lips were dry and cracked, and she had a headache. 'What a way to start out the day' Jackie thought miserably. Making her way down the lengthy and gloomy hall, she went down the stairs and entered the empty kitchen. She reached into the cupboards and got two aspirin and some water, and downed it all.

She figured she couldn't avoid the basement gang all day and decided to just go and face the inevitable. Jackie walked over to her closet and tried to pick out something a little but Jackie-ish, but the best she could come up with was a purple tank top, jeans, and some black flip-flops.

And at that Jackie walked off in the direction of the Foreman's, suddenly not caring about…….everything or anything, just a mindless drone of who she used to be.

When Jackie got to the basement she found, to her surprise, that no was there.

Jackie's P.O.V

Oh, this is good, nobody is here, and I can just sit here. The less they see of me is probably for the better, besides they don't normally want me here anyway, it won't matter to them. I don't matter to them.

End Jackie's P.O.V

Jackie was so caught up in her own thinking that she didn't even notice Hyde had come downstairs, sat down in his chair, and was watching her.

"Uh…..Jackie?" Hyde asked curiously.

Unaware of his presence, Jackie jumped.

"Oh ahem hey Stephen." Jackie replied quietly, her throat was sore, she needed some water, she suddenly remembered she forgot to eat 'oh well' she thought.

Hyde warily turned on the t.v and watched her as she stared at the wall behind the t.v, obviously thinking again. Hyde had never seen her like this, so out of things, so cold and lost. She would normally be chatting non stop about the mall or cheerleading.

Hyde decided to do something about her silence.

"Hey Jackie is something wrong?"

Jackie stared at the wall for a little while more until she slowly moved her head in his direction and gave a small forced smile.

"No Stephen, I'm okay." And she slowly resumed her gaze at the wall.

Hyde gave out a sigh, got up, and sat closely next to her, and he noted the way she tensed up and her eyes got wide.

"Come on Jackie, I know something's bothering you, ever since you got back from New York, you've been different."

Nothing. She just looked at the wall and stared, still bug-eyed.

"What happened in New York?"

Nothing.

"What happened to you in New York." He asked gently, surprised at the gentleness of his own voice.

Abruptly, Jackie stood, turned to him and opened her mouth to say something, but just closed it again. She looked confused and hurt, but most of all she looked pained. Unable to decide whether or not to say something.

Jackie looked down at him, to the wall, to the door, and the time confusion written on her face, but nothing came out. Slowly she walked out of the door and made her way home.

A/N: Next time: Jackie and Hyde's thoughts with some of the gangs of course.

Please RR, constructive criticism and comments welcomed.

Alexa