Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.

A/n: Yay! Thanks Ryan Conde! This chapter's for you!

Chapter two, Empty.

Angelina felt something was moving next to her, she felt the bed was sinking slightly and she felt someone's breath in her cheek, this made her flutter her eyes open and she met big blue saucers. It was a little boy, probably eight years old with brown hair.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi," Angelina responded, her voice lacking emotions. "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking at you," he explained innocently.

"Why?"

"Because my mum said something about a girl called Angel."

Angelina didn't smile, she just stared at the boy. "It's Angelina," she corrected.

"Oh. Why do you speak like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like...I don't know you're speaking weirdly!"

"What's your name?" Angelina changed the subject quickly.

"Adam," he answered.

"Ok, Adam, let's do something," she proposed. "You go and play with your toys and stuffed animals and stuff and I stay here sleeping, ok?"

"But mum says dinner's ready..."

"I'm not hungry..." Angelina muttered. She closed her eyes slowly. "I just wanna...sleep, a little bit longer, ok?"

At this, Adam stood up on the bed and began jumping and screaming. "Wake up Angel girl! Wake up!" he was making a real raucous noise, which obviously brought his mother upstairs and into Angelina's room to find out what was all that shouting about.

"What's going on here?" Robin asked. "Adam, leave her alone!" she said, by the time she arrived Adam was hitting a motionless Angelina with a pillow.

Adam jumped off the bed and said, "I was just trying to wake her up..." Robin motioned him to go downstairs and Adam obediently left the room.

"Boys..." Robin sighed once Adam had left, "I love them but I swear they'll drive me crazy!" she chuckled. Angelina was still curled up looking at the empty wall. Noticing no response from the girl, Robin sat by her side and placed her hand on her shoulder. "Dinner's ready...I made Lasagne, it's really good, I swear."

"I'm not hungry."

"You should eat though, you know the...anti depressives you're taking are pretty strong...you shouldn't take them without eating, come on, I promise, after dinner you can come up here and sleep all you want."

Reluctantly, Angelina walked down the stairs and into the kitchen when the boys (including Sam) and Peter were already eating. They turned to look at her and suddenly Angelina felt really self-conscious, she was surely a mess. Her hair was probably tousled everywhere and her worn black jeans and black T-shirt were not very presentable either. She took her seat next to Sam just like Robin had indicated.

"Angel girl, angel girl, you woke up...angel girl...lalalala," Adam chanted to the rhythm of a Barney song.

"Adam..." Mr. Kimball warned.

"Sorry..." the youngster mumbled.

Angelina looked at her dish. A large piece of lasagne was served for her. she looked around her: they all were enjoying their food so much, they seemed so happy it made her jealous. A wave of sleepiness suddenly invaded her and her eyes felt heavy and she was having trouble to keep her head straight, suddenly she heard Mr. Kimball's voice.

"Aren't you going to eat , young lady?"

"Hmm...?" she opened her eyes. "Yeah...um, sorry." She looked at her dish again and picked her fork up playing with a piece of lasagne she had cut.

"It's pretty good," said Sam with his mouth full. "It's not like it's poisoned or anything."

Angelina raised the fork and stuffed the lasagne in her mouth. If it was good or not, she couldn't tell, she was to sleepy, almost numb to notice any flavour. She ate her lasagne as quickly as possible and excused herself from the table, saying she was exhausted by the long journey.

She walked upstairs, she felt so dizzy and before she knew it she was in the bathroom throwing up. The anti depressives were indeed to strong to be taken with an empty stomach. She flushed the toilet and made her way to her bedroom. She lied down again, facing the wall, but she wasn't able to sleep because her door was opened.

It was Sam.

"Um...I thought you might need this," he said. It was a blanket, he placed it at her feet. "It's quite cold, and um..."

"Thanks," she answered.

Sam sat beside her and rubbed her back. "I...I'm sorry, you know, for your parents..."

Angelina only nodded in response. There was this lump in her throat which would not let her speak. She felt so empty. She felt so overwhelmed, why did this boy cared? She felt empty, even though sadness was feeling her heart.

"I..I lost my father recently too," he continued, "and I know how much it hurts...and I know how you want to be alone and...sleep and die. I know. But don't, don't wish to die..."

Suddenly the room was filled with her sobs. Sometimes loud sometimes small and quiet. She cried for the first time since they had told her, even then she had only spilled a few tears. She sobbed and stopped gasping for air only to continue. She hid her face in her hands and twisted in pain. She felt empty, she felt homeless...alone.

Sam lied next to her rubbing her back and soothing her till she fall asleep again. Sam lied awake, thoughts of his father invaded his head, bringing pain. He hugged Angelina tighter, and still thinking of his father he whispered, "I'm sorry."

A/n: crappy short chapter...I know, next one will be great cause Angelina will meet Alyssa and josh...you'll see it'll be great. Now it's late and I must sleep...so good night and please review!