Disclaimer: I own squat, don't rub it in my face that I'm not lucky enough to own Gilmore Girls, it'll only make me cry... and do you want that?

Okay, the first one was short, I know, and this one isn't really long, but the next one is a decent size. I've written the first 7 and I'll try to post all of the chapters relatively quickly. I'd love feedback, good or bad, thanks!

- You Have Me Stuck - 2

God she hated Group, all the pressure to just spill her memories, all her feelings across the floor, so everyone else could sneak a glance at them. She just wanted to run away, run into her mother's arms and just let her hold her, because that, well that would make everything better. But no, instead she was stuck in this cold, emotionless room, listening to other people's problems. And apparently, all this was to make her feel better.

They started at one end of the circle, each sharing the reason why they were sitting in those hard plastic chairs, the fluorescent lights washing out their features.

"Never found love."

"Rough childhood."

"Abusive boyfriend."

"Family issues,"

All eyes turned to Rory, she found her own gaze dancing around the room, searching desperately for something her mind could grasp onto. How was she supposed to tell them why she was depressed, how did she convey those feelings in a few weightless words?

"I don't really feel like sharing," she squeaked. She saw peoples shoulders drop as they rolled their eyes at her response. She could understand why they were getting frustrated, it had been this way for a few weeks. She would come to group, they'd share their problems, and when it was her turn to expose herself, to share the real reason why there were dark circles under her eyes, she merely let them pass over, sometimes giving her chance a little push on its way.

Rory's eyes shifted once again, this time accepting the gaze of their therapist, Mrs. Henson. She saw her cross her legs and adjust her cat-eye glasses, obviously preparing herself for another lecture. "Nothing at all Ms. Gilmore?"

"Rory," she whispered.

"Nothing at all Rory?"

"No, I just don't think I'm ready."

"And when do you feel you will be ready?" she asked, slight annoyance in her voice, "Because this is your fourth week, and nothing, nothing at all. How do you expect me to help if I don't know how you're feeling?" Rory had nothing to say, she didn't know when she would be able to speak about her experiences, she didn't know if she ever would be. Not with these people any way.

With a heavy sigh, Mrs. Henson gave up on prying into Rory's emotions and turned to the man slouched in the chair to the left, "Thomas?"

"Alcohol."

And so the sound-off began again.

-------------------------------------------------

When she was awake, it was easy to push those memories to the side, it was easy to pretend they never existed, to pretend that she was actually happy with the way her life was going. But in her dreams, her mind taunted her with flashbacks, and heart wrenching reminders. In her dreams, she couldn't escape. All of her reminiscences were like ropes, holding her down, not easily broken by her feeble moving hands.

Let me go I cannot breath,

Cannot focus. Cannot see.

I cannot move,

Can't run away.

Please give me room, 'cause I cannot stay.

Accept the fact that we are through.

I'm sick and tired of seeing you.

These ropes are broken, please abide.

Give me space, I need to hide.

She could still feel those emotions, taste those tears, and smell the scent of pure fear lingering in the air, yet as real as it all seemed, it wasn't. She didn't want it to be, because then she would have to face the pain again, and she wasn't sure that was possible.

It had all started with a fight, a silly little argument really, nothing seemingly powerful enough to reek the havoc it caused. Rory and her mother had just begun to reconcile, painfully and cautiously, each wanting to avoid getting hurt once again. So they entered with barriers, barriers that locked out truth and welcomed judgment. Barriers that allowed them to sneak around and not open up, something definitely not aiding the wounds the two shared. Barriers, that in the end caused more trouble, then solved. It was these barriers, that led to Rory's ultimate downfall, which sprung from the downfall of her hero, her mother.

But subconsciously Rory could sense the beginnings of a remembrance, and as quickly as she had started to recall that fateful day, she locked it back away with equal fervor.

EL FIN