AN: Ok, so here's the second chapter! This is not going to be finished yet, I meant to put a TO BE CONTINUED on the end of the last chapter. Anyway, thanks to all those who reviewed, amazing comments! I hope I get a few more reviews for this one though. My usual TACRC crowd are reviewing, but not all of them. Come on guys!

Although when I was writing all this yesterday, I got so depressed, even though I had a really good day. My writing clearly gets to me. I had to have my friends crack corny jokes to cheer me up! But I still felt weird, happy and in total despair at the same time… Hmmm, interesting!

Anyway, on with the chapter!

This is the hardest story, that I've ever told…

"I'll have to stop for a minute" I say, bringing myself back to the present.

"Ok. Look, no pressure, yeah?"

"Yeah. No pressure."

….

Can't get no love without sacrifice…

I couldn't feel any more. Every nerve in my body had gone numb. I heard the guard speaking into his earpiece "The anomaly's closed" As if I needed to hear it.

"I don't know," he replied to the unheard question "She's not doing anything. Just staring into space." Was I? I couldn't tell what I was doing. "Yes, I'll talk to her." No. I wasn't having that. I got up slowly (I still wasn't very aware of anything) and walked out. My car was soon starting up and then I was at home. I shut my front door, dragged my feet as I went into my living room and I dumped myself on my trusty old settee. That's when the tears came. My heart cracked painfully down the middle, a real physical sting, and the entirety of my emotions poured out. I cried, I sobbed my nose ran like a tap, I screamed at the top of my lungs. My face was hot, my throat felt like it was crumbling into dust and my eyes scorched like my tears were acid. The one person I had ever allowed myself to love was gone. Little Jenna, who grew up without a family, who after her tenth rejection swore she'd wouldn't let herself care about anyone so much again, whose heart had healed over time, was back where she started, but, oh, so much worse.

No hope or love or glory, happy endings, gone forever more…

There was a knock at the door. The doorbell had broken and I'd never got round to fixing it. But now there was no point. There was nobody who I wanted to see. But they came in anyway. I'd obviously left the door unlocked. I wonder now why I wasn't afraid. It could have been a burglar or a mass murderer, but maybe I really didn't care enough to let it cross my mind.

It was Sarah. "Jenna?" She whispered. There was no point in answering her. It's not like she could do anything. "Jenna, talk to me." She'd found me. "What happened to you?" Again, it's not like it matters. It happened. "Please Jenna. I know you're in love with Danny." I turned my head to look at her. It hurt to hear his name. "Don't worry, it wasn't obvious. I'm just good at reading people." Oh God! What if Danny was too? Then I remembered; he's gone. I winced: it hurt to think his name too. I could see his face in my mind, grinning at the time he had pranked Becker, and what life was left in my simply drained out.

"When did you last have something to eat?" It was a while, but I wanted nothing. "Have you slept?" No, I didn't think I had, but I could have been wrong. "Look, I'm going to go and make you some food." She could open up a Italian restaurant in my kitchen if she liked. I didn't care. "Eat" she said, plonking a plate on my lap. She'd done that fast. The marmalade sandwich she had made looked like the most disgusting thing I had ever laid eyes on. I used to love marmalade sandwiches. I ate them all the time at work. I had even got Danny to try one once- No, I mustn't think of him. Sarah probably spotted that, or maybe I'd told her, I couldn't remember. When they'd put the TV on at the orphanage when I was little, I'd always loved Paddington Bear. He was my friend: we both loved that kind of sandwich. I'd had a little bear of him, I used to talk to it at night when all the other girls were asleep. He understood. But I'm not sure if he'd understand this.

"Well fine. But you're drinking this." She pinched the back of my hand "You're dehydrated. You didn't eat or drink anything while you were watching the anomaly, have you not had anything today either?" It was yesterday? It had closed yesterday. Clearly my mind wasn't registering the passage of time. That would explain how she'd made the sandwich so fast. I glanced over at the digital clock. Saturday.

I feel as if I'm wasting, and I'm wasting every day…

I drank the glass of water. It soothed my throat, so I decided it wasn't so bad. "You're still wearing the same clothes Jenna. Shall I get you some clean ones?" I ignored her. Lay down, closed my eyes. Maybe if I kept them shut then she would go away. Maybe everything would go away.

"I'll be back"

TO BE CONTINUED