A/n: Hey guys I know I left you with a cliff hanger, and my computer's being screwy with the Internet, so here's chapter 2!!!!! WOOT!! Yh…so here it is!! Oh, and Warning: contains mentions of bras, and panties. Also contains emo moments, which involves cutting wrists. Yeah, so if your against all of that, then stop reading this story now, cause if you skip a chapter, it will be cunfuzzling. Oh, and I give credit to AliceDaSpaz, for the funny quotes from her profile. So yeah, so I am gonna let you all get on to the story now so peace!!

In the last chapter:

I dragged my rucksack to my bathroom, and lifted it onto the counter. I opened the bag, and pulled out my razor head.

I pushed the bag to the side a little, putting the razor head on the counter. I pushed up my jacket sleeve, and pulled off the arm-liner I had put on during the day. Pushing the sleeve up even farther, I picked up the razor. I raised it over my wrist, and pressed it down, to the left of my very visible veins, and slid it to the right. The hysterics started to cease immediately, and I moved up about an inch, and repeated the process, only pressured it slightly lighter. I continued this, moving inch by inch up my arm, making the cuts lighter and lighter as the hysterics faded into sobs, then tears, till finally it all stopped.

I turned on the faucet, and ran the water onto the cuts, slanting my arm so the water would run from the first, wrist cut down to the other ones. With my arm still under the water, I reached into my rucksack, and pulled out the little open baggie that I had pulled my razor head from. I pulled out the gauze, unraveled it, shut off the water, and pressed the long piece of gauze to my forearm. I then took out the little rag, and dried the water around the gauze. Next I took the bandage tape out, and wrapped it around my entire forearm, gauze included. I broke off the tape, and inspected the small roll of tape. I was going to have to get more soon. Once my injury was taken care of, I took the small bottle of bleach and poured it around the pink, blood-stained sink. I then took the small rag and scrubbed the sink till it was literally sparkling white. Then, I poured a little bleach onto the rag, and scrubbed the razor till it was sparkling, till there was a cut in the rag. As I said before, there were lots of cuts in the rag, and can bet you can guess how they got there. I then took the hand soap at the side of the sink, and pumped some onto the rag, poured a little bleach on, and turned on the water, running just a bit of hot water on it. Then I rubbed the rag together, so it was scrubbing itself. I rinsed it, ringing it out again and again till it was free of soap and bleach, then rung it out one more time, this time till it was almost dry, but still a little damp, and hung it on the shower rod. I cleaned everything up then, refilling the bleach bottle, and putting everything under the sink, or into the medicine cabinet.

I slung my rucksack over my shoulder and carried it into my room, and hung it on the nail over my bed.

"Terryn!!" my mom called. "Come downstairs and get your dinner! It' s pizza tonight, I'm too lazy to cook." I sighed. I had wanted to get my homework out of the way, so I could go on . My stomach rumbled, protesting my reluctance. I sighed again, and made my way down the stairs. The pizza was on the dining room table, along with two packages of breadsticks and a 2 liter bottle of Pepsi, a roll of paper towels alongside it all. I ripped off a paper towel and grabbed two slices of pizza, three breadsticks, and a Crazy Sauce Garlic Butter. There was also a glass full of cubed ice next to the spread of food. I grabbed the glass, threw some of the ice over the counter and into the sink, then poured some Pepsi into the glass, stopping when it fizzed up, then poured it up to about two inches from the rim.

When it stopped fizzing up, I grabbed my meal and made my way up the stairs and into my room, kicking the door closed with my foot. I set the food down at my desk, pushing my laptop back so my dinner wouldn't fall off the desk.

I got to work, eating here and there. I tend to not eat much when I'm occupied. When I was done, I gathered up the mess of homework, and put it all in my rucksack. I didn't care what grade I got, regardless of the fact that I got all A's anyways, but it gave me something to do.

I pushed my food to the side, and pulled my laptop forward, opening it and pressing the restart button. The little log-in window popped up and I typed in my username, Twilight_Fan101, then my password, which I'm not telling you, because I'm not stupid.

My desktop loaded, then appeared. I clicked on the little Mozilla Firefox icon, and the web page came up. In the browser, I typed in ' .net '. The website loaded, and came up. In the search place, I then typed in ' AliceDaSpaz ', my favorite author. Her profile popped up, and I proceeded to reread my favorite sayings on her profile, so of which are 'I like cheese. I have seen purple cows. If two gooses are geese, then why aren't two mooses meese? If two foots are feet, then why aren't two footballs feetball? People call me crazy, but I'm just random!! If your random proud of it, copy and paste this onto your profile'. I am random, and proud of it, but I'm too lazy to put it onto my profile. I scrolled down, reading bits and pieces here and there, and finally reached the stories. I scanned the list, seeing that she hadn't written any new stories, but then I saw a story, IMing with da CULLENS!, and I didn't think that I had read it, though I've been to her profile over and over again.

I clicked on the story name, and the page popped up. I read through the 1st chapter, then the 2nd, all of them till I hit the 7th chapter, where the chapters stopped.

I sighed, then clicked on her username, which brung me back to her profile. I glanced at her Favorite Stories number, and saw that it hadn't changed.

I clicked on home, then books, scrolled down to Twilight, clicked on it, and the web page finally popped up on the beginning of thousands of Twilight fan fictions. My literal heaven.

I read through fan fictions here and there, the ones I found I thought would be interesting from the summary.

A few hours into this, I glanced at the laptop's clock in the bottom right-hand corner, and saw that it was 11:00 pm. I sighed, and closed the laptop, knowing that it would automatically suspend itself.

I pushed the chair back, standing up and stretching after my long computer session. I strode into my bathroom, turning on the shower, and stripped off my clothes. Then I stuck my hand into the water, testing the temperature. It was hot, slightly steaming. I stepped in, pulling the shower curtain closed, and let my muscles relax in the soothing feeling of water beating onto my back.

After about a minute of this, I scrubbed my hair with my favorite shampoo, Suave Coconut.

I rinsed my hair of shampoo, then worked Pantene Pro-V Conditioner into my long, waist-length curtain of black. I leaned my head forward, letting the water beat onto my back again while the conditioner work it's way through my black-velvet hair. I stood like this for 2 or 3 minutes, then leaned my back into the water, and combed through my hair, ridding it of conditioner.

I turned slowly in the water, bending here and there to make sure my body was rid of soap.

I turned the water off, and pulled back the shower curtain back.

I pulled one of the two towels off it's rack, and wrapped it around myself, then pulled off the other one, ducking my head and wrapping it around my hair.

I walked into my room then, and walked over to my dresser, pulling out a tight tank-top, some short-shorts, a bra and some underwear.

I walked over to the door, closing and locking it, then over to the window, drawing the blinds.

Once all public sight was blocked, I let the towel drop, drying off quickly.

When my body was dried, I pulled on the underwear and shorts, and hooked on the bra. I pulled off the towel on my head, tousling my hair dry, dropping the towel, and pulling on the tank-top.

I walked back into the bathroom, and pulled my hairdryer out from under the sink.

I plugged it in, and flicked the switch onto high. I tossed my hair here and there, swiveling the hairdryer to dry my hair.

When it's dry, I flick the switch back to off, unplugged it, and wrapped the cord up, putting the whole thing under the sink.

I then go to my door, unlock it, then to my window, pulling the string so the blinds shot up to the top of the window. I yanked on the string, pulling it to the right, so they stayed up.

Next, I took the towels and hung them up in the bathroom, side by side on the towel rack.

After everything was picked up and put away, I crawled into bed, and stared out the window into the dark-blue sky, twinkling with stars. Finally, sleep came, and I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

A/n: So, what do y'all think? I think it's okay….Well, whatever. I got it posted!!!! So review, please!! If y'all don't review, then I don't know if I'm doing well, and then I might drop the story…. So review!!! A chocolate-covered Twilight character of your choice if y'all do!!! With whipped cream too!! And a cherry on top!!!