Hey, awesome people! (:

I hope you guys have had a good week! I want to thank the two reviewers and I hope y'all will like this chapter and tell me, what you think of it! I know, in these two chapters there doesn't really happen anything like action or crime, but it's starting out slowly and I want you to have an idea of Rocky's life now, so you'll have a better chance to think of what really happened. There's also going to appear someone... but I'm not going to give anything away, even if I suppose you already know who it is... :D

Chapter II

Rocky only remembered running away as fast as she could and tears stood in her eyes, bothering her to see properly. She didn't pay attention to anything around her, she was just running.

After a while she had to stop. She tried to catch to her breath, but failed; she didn't feel her legs anymore and her throat was incredibly dry, as if someone had pumped all the water out of her mouth. The pain in Rocky's chest and feet was making her weak, but she shook her head and swallowed; she had to go on.

Looking around herself, Rocky noticed a plastic packet hanging on a very huge oak tree. She didn't need more to know, where she was at: she would need about five minutes to reach the supermarket instead of one, but that was not tragic.

Tragic was, how people at the supermarket reacted to her appearance.

Some of them were whispering - Rocky knew they were talking about her -, not daring to say anything loud; others, that had a little bit more courage, were looking at her with narrowed eyes and some were trying to get away from her as far as possible.

She could understand them, she really could, but it still felt rough.

The woman behind the cash desk had checked Rocky's purchases in, rushing because of the people's glares and had looked at the sad girl impatiently, not bothering to say how much she had to pay out loud.

When she got home, her mother wasn't there. Rocky closed the apartment door and walked into the kitchen, laying her purchases down on the table. As she heard steps in the building hall next to the door, she quickly let the dark-red apple she had held in her hands go and ran into her room, locking the door and letting herself fall on the bed.

Rocky shook without noticing that she did and her eyes were closed in angst.

As a few minutes passed and nobody went in, she went to open to the door carefully.

Her confused instincts have deceived Rocky, she was still the only person in the apartment, but she didn't dare to leave her room, because, in fact, she didn't want to.

She shut the door of her room closed, making a very loud sound, even louder than when her parents would yell at each other.

She hated those times when she couldn't do anything to make them stop because she was the reason of their fights.

Rocky was laying down in her bed, waiting for the night to come, so she could fall asleep finally. She looked up to the clock on the wall which said seven p.m. It was a light pink clock with a picture of Hello Kitty behind the red hands. Rocky's eyes became wet when she remembered how she got it.

"Hey, Happy Birthday" a blonde girl, her beautiful hair in a high ponytail, greeted. "I hope you will like my present. It's your birthday, so I'll be nice to you for once."

"Aw, thanks, Tinka," Rocky answered and took the box, wrapped up in glittery blue gift paper, out of Tinka's hands. At least, she tried. "Umm, Tinka, would you let the box go?" Rocky questioned.

"Oh, yes, sure," Tinka replied and let go, sadly.

"Thanks," the brunette grinned and laid the box down to the other presents.

"Okay, guys, it's time for Rocky to open her presents!", Ty announced.

Rocky took, smiling, the last present she got today: it was Tinka's. She carefully cut off the gift paper and opened the box.

"Oh my gosh!", she exclaimed. "I have wanted this for so long!" Rocky took the present, a Hello Kitty clock and showed it to everyone.

"I thought fifteen-years-old girls aren't supposed to be obsessed with Hello Kitty anymore," Deuce whispered to CeCe.

"Yeah," CeCe nodded and held back a laughter, watching how glad Rocky was about the clock.

"Thanks, Tinka!", Rocky called and went to hug the Hessenheffer.

"You're welcome."

Rocky smiled through tears at that memory. The friendship between her and Tinka never was the usual kind of friendship, like what she and CeCe had. But, on the other side, that only made their friendship special.

Now, Tinka would just ignore her, not wanting to get in trouble.

Because who's friends with the murderer isn't safe, not only because she's "dangerous" (that's what people say), but because nobody likes people who are friends with someone that is bullied.

But there wasn't anybody that would like to be her friend, anyway.

She wondered if someone that didn't know her before would be encouraged to come, say 'hello' and ask what her name is. What would she answer, anyway? Raque-loser?

Rocky tried to think less, because she was getting a headache slowly. She tried to count sheep's or think about something nice, but neither was working.

She couldn't help but live in the past, where anything was great in her little happy world. She didn't know how perfect her life had been, until she lost it. It wasn't really her fault, but deep inside she hated herself for not being thankful. Maybe this is what she got for groaning because of a few extra pounds or because a guy she liked didn't notice her - maybe God decided to make her pay for all of this.

At least, she hoped, someone who deserved a carefree life more than her, would get it.

Rocky had learned many things in these years, but the most important was, that she had learned to accept things the way they were (even if this didn't make her cry less). Yes, she could go to the police and try to make them believe it wasn't her, but she was hundred percent sure they wouldn't believe.

She would do the same.

It was morning, again. On the contrary to the last days, today the sun shone like there's no tomorrow which caused our protagonist to wake up, but she didn't open her eyes, even as the sunlight had tickled her face. Had she to go to school today? Who cared, she had ditched school since she went shopping right after coming back to Chicago and people didn't want to be in the same store with her. Rocky learned with the help of her books only because of the boredom, not because she still hoped to go to college. The whole country knew about her story, at least about the story that the police believed really happened - how was she supposed to go there?

Rocky shook her head. She hadn't said a word, when all those people that she barely remembered asked her about the events in the apartment below her. Rocky was too shocked, yeah, that's it. She was only fifteen back then and she counted, used to count, Flynn as her friend. She remembered when she was going to leave for New York to become a model, he had said, she was like a sister to him. And he was like a brother to her, like a sweet little brother. Rocky remembered that he loved playing video games and screaming, 'Die, zombie, die!' while playing; that he loved bacon and was more worried about his hair than CeCe about hers. Tears grew in Rocky's eyes, when she remembered something that happened the last time she had seen him. Alive.

"Rocky?", Flynn asked, setting his game on 'pause'.

"Yeah?", Rocky said; she was in the kitchen, sitting on a chair behind the table and looking at the lilac laptop in front of her.

"What do you think about dating?"

"Dating? Why do you want to know my opinion about dating?", Rocky questioned, turning away from the laptop and looking at her best friend's little brother surprised.

"Why not," the eleven-years-old replied, looking straight into Rocky's eyes.

"Umm, okay. I think in a relationship you either mean it seriously and take care of each other or you don't date at all. My boyfriend should be a gentleman," Rocky explained excited, "and he should love me for who I am, that's very important. I don't really care about his looks, but about his intellect - I can't date a guy who I don't have anything to talk about with - and his manners."

Flynn looked, deep in thoughts, as it seemed, at the ground, holding his controller in his right hand.

"Too much, isn't it?"

"No, but that would mean... I'm perfect for you."

Rocky barst out laughing. "Yeah, too bad you're a little a lot too small," she said then and petted Flynn's hair on the way out of the apartment. "See you later!"

But there wasn't a later...

She lost the count of the times she had cried a week after leaving for teenager fine colony. This rough experience made people strong, maybe a little bit too tough afterwards, but the effect the colony had on Rocky was totally different - these two years had broken her, her morals and stamped around on her soul.

She let the tears flow down her cheeks.