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Sorry for the late UD, ya know, life as it is. I'm not really happy with the chapter, I wanted it longer, but I never have much time. As like now. Thank you for the reviews, love 'em and love yous. I'm very grateful that y'all are giving my stories a chance and I'm always so happy when I get a new review.

Ch. 2

At first there was nothing. Just black bliss, no sounds, no lights. Most of all; no pain.

I had just started opening my eyes when I felt it. It was an indescribable kind of pain, so excruciating that all I could do was scream. I screamed so loudly that I was vaguely surprised that the windows hadn't broken. So loud that I was positive that everyone was able to hear me, where ever I was. I couldn't take the time to take in my surroundings, not where I was at, if anyone was with me, or even what had happened. Or even what had happened to cause me this much pain. I couldn't think of anything, all I wanted was it to go away.

I screamed until my lungs burned, until there was no air left in them to use, until someone clamped my mouth shut.

I opened my eyes, which had been pinched close so tightly that it hurt to open them. They felt as wide as a saucer, and I continued my now muffled scream as a man with blonde hair told me to stay calm. He held my jaw up, keeping my mouth closed and the screams quiet. I looked around wildly to see what the hell was going on.

I was being tortured?

There were 3 women in a nurses' uniform running around me, scrambling with wires, bags with clear liquids, and plenty of machines. I continued my muffled cries, now clamping my lips shut tightly as the man let go and put a needle into my arm, sending a cool feel through my entire forearm. It helped only a little to easy the unbearable pain, as I tried to calm myself and push the pain away.

But it hurt so badly. The best way to describe it was if you were to get frost bite on your entire body, and your entire body was starting to defrost. I wanted to dig myself in a whole of frozen ice and stay there. Hoping my body would freeze up again just so the pain would go away.

"Rose." A desperate voice called, "Rose please, please, calm down. Look at me, just look at me." I looked for the source of the voice, unable to see clearly as my eyes filled with tears spilling over and running down as if it were a race to see who could reach the bottom. I clamped my mouth tighter, trying to force away the tears and keep the screaming down. Eventually, after what felt like forever, I was able to stop my muffled screams but the tears still spilled over my eyes relentlessly.

"She'll be fine, she's in pain is all. We've given her some more medication to try to help it, but it won't take it away completely." I heard a man say, his voice soft and quiet.

I heard Lissa sigh, "Thank you so much." The Dr. smiled at her slightly, nodded, and left with the army of nurses. Lissa turned to me, her face contorted to pain and sadness, she walked over to a chair next to my bed and sat down. She just looked at me, tears welled in her eyes.

"I-"I tried speaking but my voice cracked in an ugly way, and it just simply hurt my throat. I tried again, I had to ask, "It wasn't real was it? It didn't really happen…right?"

I knew she knew what I meant, and the look in her eyes gave me my answer. It really happened. I was caught in a house fire. My house was burnt down. I barely escaped my death. But how? How did it all start? Why was I now in a hospital, covered in gauze, hurting like hell, and my house probably nothing more than a big pile of ashes?

"I-I'm hiring some body guards for you and the others," She started, confusing me completely, "None of you will be left alone again." I just stared at her, not sure what she meant. "I-"She took a shaky breath before continuing, "I'll make sure this never happens again," My eyes grew slightly, she's kidding me. "you have nothing to worry about."

Lissa was never one to say difficult things straight out, unlike me, she always beat around the bush until you were able to guess what she was trying to say. I understood what she meant but I'm not sure if I really understood what she meant.

Someone burned my house down. By why in the hell would someone do that? Just out of the blue, no reasoning or anything. What sense does that make? I'm a singer, in a band, I'm publically a good girl, and I don't bad mouth anyone or say nasty things about anyone. Publically, I'm just a girl who started a band in a small town in Montana who turned rock star. Why would someone want to kill me? Out of the publics' eye, yeah, I'm a bigger bitch about other stars, I'll occasionally party through the night, or just do something crazy; but I'm never a bad person. Not bad enough for someone to do this to me….or was I? Have I done sometime so terrible that someone now hates me enough to want me to die slowly, painfully, in a fire?

"Well…"I said, my voice didn't crack this time, "I bet they're pretty pissed that I survived huh?" I gave a small half smile, trying to stay calm.

"I promise to you Rose. You have nothing to worry about, Mason is interviewing tons of body guards as we speak. I wanted to be here when you woke up." She smiled timidly at me.

"Thank you Lissa." I gave her a grateful smile. Who knows what I would have done if I woke up alone, gone crazy maybe? "But what happened?"

She looked down as she spoke, "One of your neighbors seen the fire and called 911, they found you unconscious outside, dangerously close to the house still." She looked up at me with fearful eyes, "The police said the fire was started from the outside. They weren't able to give me much information; most of the evidence was in ashes….But…"She took a deep breath, "They weren't able to catch the person responsible."

I nodded my head slightly, my mind running in circles. Of course they weren't able to catch him; I had to be in that house for at least 5 minutes before getting out; that was more than enough time for him to get away. Any marks, footprints, anything at all really, would have been gone; burnt along with my house.

"Is everyone else ok?" I asked; what if I wasn't the only victim? What if they went to someone else's house and tried harming them too?

She nodded, "You're the only one."

"Good." I breathed a sigh of relief. That medicine was helping a lot better than the Dr. had anticipating, my body felt sore yet I was able to block it out.

Lissa stayed quiet, not seeming to want to agree, and bowed her head down slightly, "How are you feeling?" She said instead.

"I can barely feel anything. I'm ok." My voice was quiet as I tried to reassure her. Though I wasn't too sure if I was really ok, I felt scarily calm and my mind was still racing wildly; it did nothing to try to help me think completely coherently.

It's going to be a very long next few….however long until they find this guy. I just hope it's soon.

xXx

Love it or hate it or is it just meh?

Not too much in this chapter, and I'm completely sorry for that. I really try to add what I want in without making it look stupid but it doesn't work out too well.

Let me know what you think, and I'll try to make the next chapter better and UD'ed sooner.

Tiff, xo