An: I was feeling a bit unsure if this was the right way to continue this, but I decided that I can always get the reader's opinion on that. As usual, I believe my first chapter is hard to measure up to. I am using the puzzle perspective on this story. I'm trying to use each chapter to kind of piece the pieces together one or two at a time. Hopefully it will all turn out to make sense and come together like I want it to, even if thereis some doubt about this chapter

The Haunting Of L.R-Part Two

I took a deep breath as I let the strings rest underneath my fingertips. Memories rushed into me as I plucked slowly down each one. I'd give anything to say this moment of reuniting with my guitar meant nothing, but lying to yourself is more difficult then telling lies to your family or friends. You are the one who defines on the inside what you perceive as truth. Wanting to run from the truth is like trying to run away from yourself. You can go as fast or far as you want but you never truly get anywhere.

My moment was broken by the sounding of my phone in the background.

It was beyond me why I bothered keeping my cell phone on. I'd spent the past month avoiding phone calls or knocks on my basement door. My dad had instructions from me to tell anyone asking to see or talk to me that I would get back to them. How that kept them away this long was a miracle.

I stared down at the lit up screen which showed the ID of the caller. It didn't surprise me to see the name that was on it. He called three times a day almost religiously this whole time. That was the thing that made me feel the most guilty.

Maybe it was time I answered someone.

My hand was shaking as I picked up the phone, pressed the talk button, and lifted it to my face. I could hear the person on the other end say my name in a questioning tone, and it felt like an echo in my ear. Just as I was going respond there was a knock at the door. My eye reached the peek hole and saw Ray standing there with a phone to his ear.

His voice was pleading for me to open the door for him. I shook my head, but it was useless because he couldn't see me from the other side. He wasn't going to just walk away now that he had made contact. My only way of preventing him from being let inside was staying on the phone.

"Lily, you can't stay like this forever." Ray spoke into the phone.

Knowing that he was right was the thing I hated the most. I didn't want to have explain this to anyone though. None of it made any sense. Why couldn't music after him be the same as music before him? Living off visions of the past was also the opposite of what he had always taught me to do. This wasn't what he'd call living at all. This was hiding from my future.

I walked up to the door and unlocked it as quietly as possible. This was like my metaphor for being ready to try and open up to someone. There was a chance he didn't notice the sound of the lock being turned. There was a chance I wasn't ready to tell him anything. Despite this, he now had the power to reach me, both physically and mentally.

I sat on the couch and I could feel my heartbeat quicken as the door handle turned slightly.

"You don't want to do this," Were the words that slipped out as a last attempt of avoidance.

"No...I have to."

An: I would really appreciate some reviews regarding whether the people reading this think that this second chapter is good enough for the story, or if I should start over and write it a bit differently. I only released it with doubt because I almost always end up writing multiple drafts and I think that sometimes maybe the first ones are good enough, but I sell my self short.

Jules-The new system doesn't allow me to put review responses here because of the new system they made for it where registered people can do so. Since I released this chapter previous to the change I can however, give you my response to your first review:

It is not intended as a one-shot, which is why you can see my reply here now. I'm glad you have asked questions. That is something I encourage. This fic is designed be set in the future about a year or so after the time you would better know as the finale. The guitar I refer to is her normal one which she has not played since the day that I have her flashback at the studio. I have not yet revealed a reason for this, but I am getting there. I might have not made it so obvious that the section from the studio to her visit to the station was all her thinking back to events of the past while the chapter begins and ends in the present time. Travis is your guess eh? Well hold that thought :)