i know i already had a chapter to but to put it simply, it sucked. if you read the last version of chapter 2 that i had, forget it. though i must admit, i'm not completely sure this ones a whole lot better. you'll just have to review and tell me if it's okay. i got the idea for this chapter cause my sister was telling me that she thinks i put my thoughts and my problems and parts of me in to my stories. hm... i think i do. once again, you tell me. what do you think. i apologise a head of time for any icky spelling mistakes... i typed this on a school computer and they suck even worse than my last version of chapter 2! well, read on! YAY!!! JELL-O!!!!

I’m With You

Chapter 2: You Found Me

I’m on this bridge again. Life is so different than it was last time. I’m not alone any more. My best friend is now my sister and I still have my brother. I love them both so much. I even have a boyfriend now. Still, there’s this scared child in me who wants to just hide from the world and forget all my troubles. Part of me wants to go back to being alone. I’m so used to it. Another part of me just wants to be held and comforted.

There’s something I’m desperately scared of… kissing. Sure, I have kissed my boyfriend. He’s a good kisser… not that I’ve ever kissed anyone else, but I know he is. It’s just… I find kissing to be utterly revolting. However, I am bound by the chains of society. The chains hold me down while lips are placed upon mine. Though I assure you, this has nothing to do with him. My sister tells me kissing is a personal opinion. Yes, but its society’s personal opinion.

I am not free. When I last sat on this bridge, I was free and unable to see it. Not I am captive and I can recognize the freedom I once had. Ironic, isn’t it? Each day I wonder if life would have been better before; if I had never had my sister or my boyfriend. Who would I be now?

It pains me to be alone and it pains me not to be. The cold wish for someone in the night is the curse of all the lonely. The desperate dreams of children in a house on a hill; wishing for Cinderella to find her Prince Charming… We spend our childhood wishing to be Cinderella only to fins that we aren’t princesses.

The second time I’m on this bridge, it’s raining again. The rain is warmer this time, at least. Still, I’m drenched from head to toe. This feeling of rain on my soaked skin is like peace. I feel as though the rain is washing away everything from me. I close my eyes and turn my face to the sky. Sitting or dancing in the rain is one of the best feelings.

Why does this bridge may me so thoughtful? Why do I worry about everything? Why do I have to have such anxiety? There’s that word again. Why. That word haunts me, attacks me. Children love it, adults are annoyed by it, but me? I’m haunted by it.

A warm, dry blanket wrapped around my shoulders and an arm rested there. I turned and looked at my sister. She stared at me for a moment, taking in my troubled face.

“…did you know it’s raining?” she asked. I laughed softly. She always knew how to make me smile.

“You found me,” I whispered.

“Yup, when no one else was looking.”

You found me when no one else was looking. How did you know just where I would be?-Kelly Clarkson, You Found Me

so... what it alright? i think i did a pretty good job. i love the ending. yup, that just sounds like something my sister would say... she's awsome .
review please!!