Okay.. I DID use a quote from one of the books, and I do not claim it to be mine, but I felt it fit. FIRST ONE THAT TELLS ME WHAT IT IS WILL BE PUT IN MY NEXT CHAPTER! Just review, tell me what it is, and tell me your first name.

Chapter 1

Lissa's POV

"It's going to be okay. Rose'll come back. She always does." Said another unfamiliar girl trying to console me. There had been a lot of those lately. This one was a perky blonde with beautiful brown eyes. A sad smile was upon her lips. She, of course, was like every other person that came to help me in my time of need, popular and mean. People like this made me so mad. They're sure they know about every person in the school, just like they think they know Rose. I mean sure, she's ran of a couple of times in the past, and yeah, she's always come back, but this time, it was different. I knew it because of the letter that was incased in my hand. I refused to let it go, as the words of it ran through my mind.

We can choose this path.

As strange as it may seem,

Yet, this is the path for me.

I forced a smile on my face, and thanked her for her kind words, and after she left, I curled into a ball at the foot of my bed and started crying.

I don't know how long it was after, but I found myself woken up to the sound of knocking. Groggily, I looked up at my door and saw that it had already been opened, and a guy, someone I KNEW I knew, but I couldn't think of his name, stood in the doorway. He was fairly tall, with a slender, lean figure. His arms were limp at his side. His hair was sloppy and covered part of his eyes, but it didn't hide the incredible blue in them. His lips were pursed and a look of awkwardness was apparent in his face.

"Come in." I whispered, for the fact that my voice was to tired from screaming in the night for Rose to come home. Slowly, he did as I was told, and leaned on my dresser, arms crossed. But his eyes ceased to leave me the whole time.

"I'm sorry. I forgot your name." I said, hesitantly.

"It's okay. Everyone does." He replied. "I'm Christian. Christian Ozera."

"Lissa. Lissa Dragomir."

"I know who you are." He said, a little cold. He cleared his throat. Um.. How do you feel?"

"Tired. Worn out. Like . . . I don't know. Like I've been thrown around in a hurricane. Or run over by a car. Pick something horrible, and that's what I feel like."

"She really did it.. Didn't she?" He asked, quietly.

"Yeah. I think she did." I whispered. Trying not to think about how he could conveniently know what happened to Rose. Instead, I started to cry.

"Oh, come on! I'm not good with emotional people." He said, and sat on the bed.

"Just go away!" I screamed. "I want to be alone!" I buried my hands in my face and turned away. But he surprised me. Instead of leaving, he hugged me.

"There, there." He said. "I'm a pretty honest guy, so I can't tell you that everything's going to be okay, but I can tell you that if you need to talk, and please don't get pissed at me if I mess up, I'll always be around somewhere to listen."

I didn't say anything back.

Sorry it isn't much guys.. I'm a little rusty. Heh. Heh. I'll have more out later tomorrow. (Maybe even tonight. :D) Please comment (good and constructive) and thanks for reading!