I am so sorry. You guys were so amazing with your reviews and I thank you by disappearing off the face of the Earth, but I finally sat down and finished up this suckage called chapter 2. So here we go! Hopefully chapter 3 will be more amazing.

Enjoy, if you aren't too pissed that I was gone for so long. O.x

That's when she averted her attention. There was no way he was staring at her, right? There were other pretty, tanner, normal girls at the party. Feeling awkward, she lifted the plastic cup to her purple lips and drank down the poison.

Rewind, Fast-Forward, Play : Instinct vs. My Fears

Gwen was a coward, but that was okay – at least that's what she had been telling herself as she ran away. She could hear him call for her once more as she fled down the staircase; flung open the front door; and entered the outside world, which was cruelly bright and cheery with the occasional tweet of a bird.

When she was far enough from the house, her sprint slowed down to a much slower pace as she paused to suck in as much air as possible. She had run away from Duncan. He had told her to wait but she couldn't do it. Instinct shouted at her to run away or was it her fears?

It didn't matter. He didn't know who she was. She was as confident in this as she was confident that she'd forget that this all happened (and she wasn't as confident as she'd like to admit.).

With that thought she began walking again suddenly exhausted. As soon as she got home she'd sink into her own bed and fall into a blissful sleep. Unfortunately, her mother had other thoughts.

"Gwendolyn Anne Howards, where have you been?"

The front door closed behind Gwen quietly just as she was greeted by her irate mother. Gwen stifled a sigh and opened her mouth to spew out some lie, but her mother interrupted her.

"You know curfew is at midnight and you went well over that. I can't believe you'd do something like this," Her mother was literally shaking with anger, but just as it began it stopped and her face softened.

"Oh honey, what's wrong?" Gwen's mom raised a hand to wipe a tear Gwen didn't know she had shed.

Gwen sniffed, shooed her mother's hand away and wiped the remaining tears off her cheek with her own hand. "Nothing, nothing." Gwen dismissed her, "I'm going to head off to bed. I'm exhausted."

Her mother gave her another worried look before finally nodding. "Okay, you get some rest, but we're discussing this later."

"Yeah, sure." Gwen said, before walking past her mother and up the stairs. She passed her brother's room before reaching her own.

It wasn't much because unlike the typical teenage girl she didn't cover her walls with "hot guy" pop stars, or painfully skinny models, but it was something.

Her walls were dark violet; covered with a few of her drawings. Now she wasn't an artist but they looked pretty cool and she was satisfied enough to tape them onto her wall. She had a small bed situated in the far right corner. It covered in a black bedspread and had two gray pillows and a million plushies. Beside the bed was a nightstand with a black lamp and alarm clock that was unplugged purposely.

Her closet was on the left side of the room and took up much of the wall. It was overflowed with clothes – but she'd never be caught dead in most of them. Her mother had tried to buy her clothes, it was her subtle way of telling Gwen she wanted her to fit in, but Gwen just pushed the clothes aside literally. Her type of clothes (fishnet stockings, fingerless gloves, corsets, black combat boots) had their own space. There weren't a lot of them since she had to buy it with her own money, her mother refused to purchase them, but it was enough for her not to wear the same outfit in the same week.

Her mother wasn't one of those mean, overbearing witches who tried to control their daughter's life. She just really wanted the best for Gwen, even if it really wasn't the best for Gwen.

Gwen kicked off her shoes, shimmied out of her pants, and climbed into her bed.

She fidgeted around under the blankets, trying to get comfortable before she stilled. About ten minutes later and still no sleep, Gwen gave up. She had been tired, but because of her memory she couldn't forget anything and it was keeping her up. Though even if she had fallen asleep, she was afraid of what she'd dream.

As she laid there, staring up blankly at her ceiling she realized something. Her eyes widened considerably with fear and her heart grew heavy with dread.

She had left her sweater somewhere in that room. Normally that wouldn't be a big deal, but this time it was. That sweater held her school I.D in one of the pockets.

So much for putting this whole thing behind her.