Here's chapter two. Hope you all like it! I promise I will get in the others soon. Just a few more chapters. :D PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! No but seriously, I need your reviews! :D THANKS!

It had been five days since the incident with the girl in his mirror, and Mitch was more and more convinced he had been dreaming or hallucinating. But he still couldn't forget those sad eyes, yet with so much beauty hidden behind the sadness.

Mitch was heading to the studio for more recording that afternoon when suddenly he heard a voice from behind him.

"Mitch?"

Mitch spun around to find Susannah staring at him from his mirror. Mitch felt a weird sensation rush over him; almost like relief. It was like there had been something in him that almost wished she had been real. And now here she was again.

"You're back," he said, a hint of a smile playing across his face, "I was beginning to think I hadn't even ever seen you after all."

"Me too," she said quietly.

"Susannah, right?" he asked, walking closer to the mirror.

"Yeah. Thats me," she smiled. Suddenly, her face turned mock serious, "Of course, this could still be a dream. I mean, think about it, how can this even be real?" Mitch laughed. It was the first time he had laughed in a long time, and it felt good. When he looked back at her, she was smiling, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"So," she grinned, "I guess we're imaginary friends now, right?"

"I guess so," he smiled back.

"That means we have to tell each other about ourselves," she said. And Mitch was fine with that. He had needed someone to spill his hopes and fear and dreams to for a long time. In fact, he didn't care if he was going crazy. It was worth it to have a friend. Even if she wasn't real.

"So, what's your full name?" he asked.

"Susannah Alessondra Parker," she stated, "Your's?"

"Mitchell Coby Grassi."

"That's a nice name," she smiled.

"I like your's too," he laughed, "So how old are you then?"

"Thirteen. You?"

"Twenty."

"Wow. When is your birthday?"

"July twenty-fourth."

"Really?" She perked up, raising one eyebrow.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Mine is too," she laughed. Mitch suddenly felt strangely connected to Susannah, almost as if they were meant to meet.

"Tell me about your family," Mitch said to her. The smile suddenly disappeared from her face.

"Well," she started, then paused. She looked down, but after a minute, continued on, "My parents died when I was five. So I am adopted here. And, they take good care of me. But I don't think they love me. I always feel like a burden to them. I miss my parents." Susannah sighed.

"I'm sorry," Mitch whispered sadly, "but you're not alone. My parents died a year ago. And my sister won't even talk to me anymore. I'm an orphan too."

"I guess we're a lot alike," Susannah whispered, giving him a sad smile.

"Yeah," He said back. There was a pause before Mitch continued, "I have some friends who are a lot like family, but I never feel I can tell them everything. Still, I don't know what I would do without them. What about you? DO you have any close friends?"

"No, I don't have any friends... But now I have you," she smiled, "and that is better than having a thousand friends."

Mitch smiled. "Yes. It is."