Hi. I'm back. the day after. MUAHAHAHA! k. this won't happen too often, but I've been really inspired lately. So here is Chapter 2. :D Yet again, I don't own any of the characters except my little Sky. :)

Hope you enjoy it. I tried really hard to make it as realistic as possible :D Anyways... here ya go!

Chapter 2

Sky POV

She looked at me perplexed and then down at my bloodied hand. Her eyes widened in shock. She quickly closed the door behind her and approached me. By doing so, I took a step back and hid my hand in my sweater pocket.

"I uh… Need a phone." I said calmly, holding her gaze.

"Nora?!" The door opened again, this time revealing a boy: Scott. "Who's… there." His eyes landed on me and a small smirk pulled at his lips. "Well… if it isn't the cutie from the lockers." I rolled my eyes and turned around, heading back down the steps.

"Scott, can you leave us alone for a bit?" Nora's voice cut through the air like a razor.

"Awn, man! Seriously? C'mon Nora!"

"Scott!" He grunted and turned back into the house. The moment I heard the door close shut, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "What happened to your hand?" She asked calmly coming down the steps.

"Nothing." I glanced over my shoulder. She hadn't moved. She was respecting my distance. I liked that. "I… I just fell and scraped it." I continued.

"That doesn't look like a scrape. Why don't you come on in? We have a medical kit right by the door. I'll make sure Scott doesn't approach you." She said a hint of a smile in her voice.

"I seriously don't need-"

"I insist." She took another step towards me and grabbed me by my shoulders, turning me around and pushing me into her house.

She opened the door, again, and moved me towards the kitchen. She pulled a chair out from the table and forced me down onto it. She then went to the sink and bent down, taking a small white case from behind cleaning products. Someone cleared their throat. I turned my head and saw Scott leaning against the doorframe. My face took on a violent shade of red. I looked away quickly and Nora was back in front of me, kneeling. She opened the kit and placed her hand out, palm up. I bit my bottom lip and unwillingly took my hand out of my pocket, placing it in hers. She smiled up at me, not looking at it.

She started to clean it with a damp cloth and prepared gauze and tape. When she pulled the towel away, she looked at my hand confused. Nora turned it around in hers and frowned. She then looked up at me and crooked an eyebrow.

"I told you I didn't need help." I said with a small smile.

"But I saw it. It was completely cut open. You need- needed stitches." She said her jaw hanging open.

I felt movement from behind me and stiffened as I realized Scott had moved much too close to me. I shifted my weight in the chair uncomfortably and glanced up at him. His eyes were fixated on my stained red knuckles, not moving. He looked like he was in a trance. His breathing was slow and shallow. His chest was rising softly before falling the same way.

"Anyways… I have to go. My guards are going to be scared if I don't go home." I said pushing myself off of the chair and heading for the front door.

"But wait!" Nora called after me. I stopped in my tracks and groaned.

"What?" I asked turning around violently.

"You said you needed a phone." She took hold of a phone and tossed it at me. I grabbed it mid-air and nodded.

"Thank you."

I exited the room and walked down the hall, dialing the number that I had easily learned by heart. A throaty voice answered sending shivers everywhere in my body. Suddenly, shouting and screaming overwhelmed me. I assured my foster father that I was on my way home and that I wouldn't stop for anything. I hung up and placed the phone on a nearby table. Soft murmurs came from the kitchen. I told myself I should leave, but I needed to know. I needed to hear.

"Nora… She can't be one of us." Scott's voice resonated in my ears.

"Yes, she can! Why wouldn't she be able to? Just because this isn't something you wanted doesn't mean that it's a curse to everyone!"

"I'll remind you that this wasn't your choice either!" He shouted.

"No, you're right, Scott! But you can't control everything that happens to you and you live forever! How are you supposed to live like that?! It's beyond me." There was a long silence and then some muffled sounds. The door opened and I came face to face with a pair of bright blue eyes.

"I… I was just…" Scott's hand encircled my neck as he pushed me up against the wall, not giving me much time to fight back. My feet weren't touching the floor anymore.

"SCOTT! WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP THIS!?" Nora yelled. I coughed and clawed at his hands, trying to pry his fingers open. Many curly strands were falling out of place from where they had been tied up before.

His eyes were so blue, I felt them piercing right into my soul, as if he were able to read my deepest darkest secrets. Air was becoming rare and the feeling in my limbs quickly reduced. My hands loosened their grasp around his strong one.

My eyelids grew heavy and the sounds around me started to fade. Everything was blurry by now, but I could still clearly see his face. It approached mine slowly.

"What are you?" He hissed.

I mumbled something in response. His stare hardened and he came closer. I felt his breath against my skin.

"What are you?" He pressed each word. I swallowed and held his gaze.

"Your worst nightmare." I whispered.

Everything went black.

I was floating.

I don't know where.

It was silent.

There wasn't any light either.

But it wasn't dark.

It was peaceful.

Pure bliss.

I opened my eyes, expecting to see something that would snap me back to reality, but there was nothing: Only a small speck of something in the distance. It started to annoy me. I had the sudden urge to want to clean it: An imperfection in such a perfect world. I advanced to wipe it, and it moved. It wasn't moving… it was dodging my finger, like it was magnetic and we were both the positive energies. I swatted my hand around, trying to touch it until I finally took hold of it and clasped my hands around it. It shone more and brighter with the second until the light was so much to handle, a burning sensation took hold of my whole body. It started at my toes and chewed up my legs. An excruciating pain took control of my brain. I immediately released the light source, expecting it to blind me and kill me then and there. But it was no longer a small ball of light, but a long silver feather.

"That's yours." I jerked my head in the direction of the voice. I squinted, trying to find who had dared enter my little world. It was someone I had never seen before, but they looked so familiar. Like from a past life…

"Who's there?" I asked, my voice coming a little too small.

"Someone who's willing to help, if you want it." The voice was deep and soft. Almost like a soft lullaby a mother would sing to her young infant. The figure came out of the darkness, but the sight of it was becoming blurry.

"No! What's happening?!" I shouted, trying to run towards it. "HELP!" I yelled. An arm extended from it, stretching out its fingers, trying to catch me.

I was suddenly falling, falling from the sky. Blinding colors were all around me, especially one: red. Laughter and chaos took over my senses. My eyes shot from left to right, trying to find the source. It was Hell. I was sure of it.

"WAKE UP!" My eyes snapped open to Nora's worried face. Thoughts of the past events came rushing back to me. Scott. The wall. My near death. I jolted up and scanned the room wildly for the blonde boy.

"Where is he?" I asked gripping myself onto her. Tears burned my eyes. She quickly wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly. She shushed me and reassured me, smoothing out my hair.

"He can't get to you… It'll be alright." I sobbed heavily, my heart still beating violently.

"What was that?" I asked between sobs.

"It was nothing. You're alright. I'm here. He can't get you." I was shaking so uncontrollably, she had difficulty holding me still.

As she continued to smooth my hair, I started to calm down and breathe normally. I was still crying and my head was hurting me. She lied me down and pulled a comforter over me. That's when I realized I was now in her room, in her bed. The comforter was still not comforting. A small beeping noise snapped me out of my thoughts. Nora was on the phone.

"Yeah. She's here. Scott just went berserk." She paused. "I don't know. She was just listening to… Yes I know, but… No. You don't have to… Hello?" She pulled the phone away from her ear to look at the screen. She brought it back. "Hello?!" She hung up and pressed her fingers on the bridge of her nose, sighing.

A soft knock was heard on the window and I stiffened. I looked from under the comforter and saw a dark shape on the other side. Nora went to it and pulled it up, letting the figure inside. I started to shiver. It was him. The figure I saw in my odd dream. It was him. I pulled the covers over me, trying to hide from him. He was somewhat intimidating being tall and dark. Even his eyes scared me, but something was awfully soothing about them as they simply stared at me with something resembling recognition.

"Patch… this is-"

"…Sky." He cut her off.

AHHH! Patch was in this one. Someone had asked me if Patch would be in this story... does this answer your question? ;)

btw. thanks for that! Really got me pumping to continue writing this one! :D

Once again, don't own any of the characters except my sweet Sky. :) I just seriously love this girl so much. They'll be a bit more psychological coming up in the next chapters if that reassures anyone...

Thanks for taking the time to read and if I get more reviews chapter 3 should be up soon enough :D