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A/N: hya all! finally got ch 3 (ch 2 in the autobiography) so here you go! to the reviewers:

KC-Chick: Glad you like it! i'll update this as fast as possible kay? keep reviewing they make my day!

Smile1: glad you liked it! I try to get it better each time but it doesnt always work ill try to space out the conversations more. thanks for reviewing!

anyways! heres ch 3!

CH 2
Escape Into A Better Reality

Liz stopped going to work all that much, she sold our house and moved us into an apartment that we could betterafford to live in. She was barely ever home at all. she was either at one of her vaious temp jobs that I quit askng about or at one of her various boyfriend's houses'. When she was home she was almost always drunk and was always yelling at me. Sometimes I wouldnt even come home at night preferring to spend as much time as possible from the whack-job woman who lived in my apartment that called herself my mother. In my many walks around town I discovered the best places to eat, the best places to hang, and the places with the best music.

My favorite place to hang wasn't a skate park, not a night club, not an arcade, it wasn't someplace alot of kids from school went so that was a plus. It was the Greenwich Village Public Library. It was a place where the librarians knew me better than anyone else. It was a place where they set up a room where I could stay when I didnt want to go home or had to study for a long period of time...like my own little apartment in the library. A place where somebody actually cared about me...cared whether or not I lived or died. It was paradise for me...a sanctuary if you will. It was a place where I could escape into a better reality...I just opened a book and sort of became the main character I analyzed the books to death and the librarians didn't care when I wrote notes in the margins of the books I read.

Sometimes I got picked up by the cops because I was out past cerfew. I got well aquainted with them and we were on a first name basis. Liz always had to come pick me up and then cussed me out all the way home. I remember the last night I spent in New York, before my life got flip turned upside-down and changed forever. Let's go back to that crucial moment shall we?

I walked out of the library that night not knowing or caring what time it was. I waved goodbye and flashed a smile at Mrs. Jackson, the nice old librarian. I began to walk down the road in the general direction of the pace I occasionally inhabited. I never have called it home, because it was never home. I saw the flashing lights and stopped to look at the police car that had disturbed my thoughts of the book I had been reading moments before. I got a good look of the officer's face as he walked over to where I stood under the streetlight. I pulled a ciggarette from the pack in my pocket and lit up taking a long drag. I exhaled and addressed the officer.

"How's it goin' Steve?" he grabbed my arm in the usual routine and led me to the car. I went without a fight. Why bother it doesn't do any good.

"You're getting a little too used to this, Jess." he said as I got in the car and buckled up. He shook his head, hopped in, and drove me to the police station on the other end of town. I got out and walked over to the phone where I called my mom and let the guard, Ron, lead me to my temporary cell. I sat on the cot and pulled the book out of my back pocket. Ron asked me why I didnt seem to mind being there.

"The more time I spend away from Liz AKA my so called mother, the better for both of us." I said simply.She came as usual just a little later then she usually does. I didnt question it as we hopped into the pickup and drove away. When we got back to the apartment she went straight to the closet took out my army/navy duffel bag pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and shoved them into my arms telling me to pack because tomorrow I was going to live with my Uncle Luke she would send the rest of my stuff later. As I shoved as much clothing and other things I might need (ciggarettes, books, cards,...etc.) I thought Uncle who?

The next morning she dropped me off at the bus station and stuck me on a bus. She left, never once looking back, not saying goodbye to her only son. I rode three hours to the place I was supposed to get off at. Some VERY small town in Conneticut called Star's Hollow. To live with an Uncle I've never met. To live amongst strangers. With not a friend in the world.

So thats when I discovered that Hell truely was a place on Earth. I wouldn't like anyone there. I wouldn't have any friends. I wouldn't care about anyone there. Boy was I in for a life altering Reality Check. Who could've predicted that I, Jess, Mr. Tough Guy, would meet and fall in love with an angel...an angel called Leigh.

Tears began to fill my eyes. I am so sorry Jess. I wish I had told you when I had the chance that I fell in love with you too. Now I may never get to. I turned the page and took a breath as i continued on with the story.
A/N: So what did you think? sorry if it isnt as good as the last chapters. i was just hit with an idea and this is what came of it. this is what listening to Numb by Linkin Park over and over and over gets so hope you liked it! pleez R&R! Constructive criticism is welcome just make sure it is CONSTRUCTIVE dont just tell me how much you hate it cuz that does nothing for me! i'll update more soon!

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Trinity