Hey everyone out there in fanfiction world, Happy Easter! I hope you're having a lovely day with your family and friends and not getting too bloated from all the hot cross buns and chocolate :) So thank you every one for the reviews of the first chapter, I'm glad this story was received well, I was a bit worried because of the darker subject matter Thank you momadance420, gypsy rosalie, Guest, skye, Guest, and Anna for reviewing :) Now without further ado, on with the story.

Chapter 2

Sanjay took over the dissection of the heart as Alex watched on with disinterest. He was talking, no doubt bragging about how many of his father's heart surgeries he had seen or how if he wanted he could fix the heart problem that killed the pig. If Alex had the energy she would've pointed out that a steel bolt to the head and then a blade to the throat was most likely what killed this pig. She didn't have the energy for Sanjay's self preoccupation though, so she sat quietly, letting his words wash over her, choosing instead to neatly copy the diagram on the board.

'Alex? Are you not listening to me?' Sanjay nudged her arm.

'Sorry, what were you saying?' Alex looked up from her notes.

'I was telling you about an amazing surgery I witnessed my father perform, it was meant to be a keyhole surgery, but there was a complication and he had to open the guy's chest up. My father was holding a guy's heart in his hands!' Sanjay enthused.

'Wow that is pretty amazing,' Alex tried to sound sincere, but she just couldn't manage it.

'There's no need to be jealous,' Sanjay smirked. 'I'm sure your dad changes lives in retail, and well your mum...' Alex fixed him with a stern look and he went back to cutting up the heart, talking her through the steps as if she were his intern. Why couldn't people simply leave her alone? She felt like she didn't have the energy to keep up with all the talking and the having to react to what people said when they were talking. Lately she had just been feeling so drained, so tired; tired of people, tired of her boring life, just tired.

There was no polite way to tell Sanjay that she could do without hearing his arrogantly nasal voice for ten minutes, there was no way to tell him that she could do anything he could do and that he should stop thinking he was so much better than her. She felt like society's need for etiquette and politeness were holding her back from expressing her feelings and being heard. There was no way for her to get what she needed. But then again if there were, what did she need? She wasn't sure if she could answer that question, there was an emptiness within her, and she just needed...something, something to help her cope with the world again, something to help her feel alive, to stop her from wandering around on autopilot. How could she achieve it when she had absolutely no idea what that something was?

Alex felt like there was a mental gag, she could think coherently and sort out how she felt about things, but any time she tried to express how she felt, it all became jumbled and the words came out all wrong. Someone always got offended when she tried to explain, and so she'd just given up. Instead of listening and caring enough to hear what she was trying to say, someone always had to take things personally and make it all about them. And yes, sometimes what she said was offensive perhaps, but she had to listen to backhanded compliments all day long, so why didn't she ever get a turn? Instead they called her boring, uncommunicative, anti-social when the fact was she was simply just observing, and not wanting to drag down the conversation by saying the wrong thing. Oftentimes she was frustrated in conversation, many of her remarks or jokes would be met by blank looks, and she found that when she spoke she alienated people. They tried to cover their lack of comprehension by telling her she was the weird one, the nerdy one. The fact was she was intelligent, well read and funny in a clever way, but she was yet to find people to understand her, people with whom she could have an engaging intellectual conversation.

I just feel so alone, I feel like some blundering fool who isn't part of the human race, and I'm yet to meet someone like me, someone with whom I can share my thoughts and not have them greeted with strange looks. I just need to feel like I'm not alone, that I'm not crazy, that other people go through this!

Stay tuned next Friday for the next installment, Happy Easter, Happy Holidays and I wish you good mental health. As always reviews are always welcomed :)