Disclaimer: I do not own any Big Time Rush related ideas or characters, all non-fiction items are used fictionally, and all other characters and aspects are my own. :)

Author's Note: Explicit language in this part. Didn't rate it M because the story over-all doesn't deserve an M rating. :p

"Shit, shit, shit," Dylan said as he paced his bedroom. He didn't know what to do. He just received the worst news and he couldn't do anything about it. Kendall wasn't answering his phone. Texts were unanswered, and he even tweeted Kendall to answer his phone. He needed to get in touch with him and the anxiety was building up.

Kendall logged onto Twitter the minute he got onto the tour bus. They were heading back to New York from Boston. They had the next three days off, and they would be stopping by the Nick office in the city and spending their days off there. The first tweet to come up on his feed was a tweet from Dylan, telling him to check his phone. He grabbed his phone off of his bunk and saw that he had a few texts from him and five missed called. He called Dylan back.

"Thank the fucking Lord," Dylan said. He was still breathing heavy and freaking out.

"Dylan? Is everything okay?" Kendall asked, beginning to get worried. He had never heard his best friend in such a state.

"No, bro, everything's not okay!" Dylan yelled. "Genny's in the hospital!"

The words rang in his ears. Genny's in the hospital. Genny's in the hospital. Genny's in the hospital. Genny's in the hospital…

"Kendall! Shit man, answer me!" Dylan yelled.

"I'm here, relax, why? Why is she there?"

"She tried committing suicide! Kendall, where the fuck are you right now?" Dylan asked, frantically. Kendall was, yet again, trying to process the worlds he was just told. Committing suicide? What was happening right now? They had just all seen Genny just the night before at their last show of the tour in the state of New York. "Jesus fucking Christ, Kendall," Dylan yelled, once again. "Answer me! Where are you right now?"

"I'm sorry!" Kendall yelled back. "I just… I can't right now, all right? What the fuck are you telling me?"

"Genny is in the hospital. She tried KILLING HERSELF," Dylan yelled into the phone. "I bought a plane ticket, I don't give a fuck, I'm going to New York right now. I'm on Spring Break, anyway. Catalina can fucking wait until next break. Where are you right now?"

"We just finished our Boston show," Kendall replied. Still unable to process what Dylan was telling him, he looked around his tour bus. Dustin was nowhere to be found, Logan was still inside the venue and everyone was still hanging out outside. "We're… We're heading to New York right now."

"Good. Dude, promise me you'll go see her as soon as you can, okay?"

"Promise, bro," Kendall said. "I just saw her last night… Dylan, I just fucking saw her! She was fine… Everything was fine… We talked for a while. She seemed fine… What the fuck happened?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know…" Dylan said. "She's not going to tell you why, either, if she's even talking. Jesus fucking Christ. Get your ass down to New York right now. Go and fucking see her."

"Dylan, Boston's a 5 hour drive to New York! I can't just magically appear there!"

"Then leave NOW," Dylan yelled. "Whatever. Whatever, whatever, whatever. I have to pack. My flight's in 4 hours. I'll see you when I get there." Dylan hung up the phone and grabbed the near suitcase he could find.

Kendall sat there, still processing what he was just told. Genny… killing herself? It just didn't seem right. If there was something she didn't tell him, he wanted to know. He threw his laptop back into his bunk and ran out the door when everything finally hit him.

"GENNY IS IN THE HOSPITAL," he yelled from the front door of the bus. Everyone outside turned around and looked at him. "Did you guys fucking hear me? We need to get to New York, NOW."

"Wait, whoa, slow down," Dustin said. "What happened?"

"Dylan was trying to get a hold of us. Genny is in the hospital." Kendall was getting upset that no one was moving, or reacting. "She tried killing herself, okay? Can we just fucking go to New York so I can see her?"

"Wait, what?" Logan asked, as he approached the buses. "We just saw her… Are you sure what you were told is true?"

"Look, I just got off the phone with Dylan and I have never heard him in such a frantic state before. We need to get to New York, okay?"

"Visiting hours are probably-" another crew member said.

"FUCK VISITING HOURS!" Kendall yelled, while throwing his arms in the air. Kendall stormed back onto the bus. He felt as if no one else cared. He sighed and sat down. This was the girl he was in love with. What would have happened if she actually did kill herself? What if Dylan had called to tell him to get ready for a funeral? Freaking out, the tears started forming. He angrily wiped them again, feeling weak. People started stepping onto the bus. He looked up and saw Logan, Dustin, James and Carlos standing in front of him.

"We're leaving," Dustin said. He took a seat next to Kendall. "Relax. She's fine. She's alive, she's breathing, she didn't die."

"I just… don't understand… Why? Why would she even try?" Kendall asked. He was confused about the entire situation. Genny wasn't one to even pull anything like that. He needed answered and he needed to know them now.

Genny woke up in an unfamiliar place. The walls were plain and the only add-ons were a TV, a clock and a corkboard. That meant one thing: hospital. Tubes were hooked up to her and she had a wristband on with her name on it. She was confused as to why she was there, until she looked at both of her wrists. What looked like two huge cuts were stitched shut.

Oh no…

The last thing she remembered was blurred vision and grabbing a knife from the kitchen. She was home alone and she felt as if everything was going in the wrong direction. She couldn't think straight, people were making her feel bad and she was done. With everything. She wanted to end her life that night, and that failed.

There was guitar playing. Not knowing if it was coming from speakers or someone actually playing, she looked around her room and found the source. Vans propped up on the window sill, skinny jeans, a flannel and a beanie… That's what she saw from behind. The back was the chair was facing her and she saw the neck of the guitar behind held by the one person it could have been.

Kendall.

"What are you doing here?" she managed to croak out. She started coughing. Her throat was dry. How long was she out?

Kendall turned around and almost immediately shot up. He propped his guitar against the chair and walked over to her. "Genny… you're awake…" He pulled up another chair next to her bed. She pointed to the water bottle on the table next to her bed and he handed it to her.

"How long… How long was I out?" she asked.

"Over 12 hours," he said, while checking the clock. It was just past nine in the morning, and her brother came home to her passed out at nine the previous night. He sighed. "Genny… why?"

"Don't ask about this, please," she said, trying to avoid the subject. She was going to hate explaining everything to everyone and she didn't want to start with Kendall. "I… I don't want to talk about it yet."

"Understood. Your parents and Dylan are on their way back."

"Dylan's here?"

"He took the first flight he could get on when he found out. Just… please don't do this to me-anyone again, all right?"

A few weeks later.

Genny couldn't contain her excitement. She had just finish filling out her registration form and she was now an official student at University of Southern California. She grabbed her phone and texted the first two people that came to mind: Kendall and Dylan. "I AM OFFICIALLY A STUDENT AT USC." After sending that, she texted Lisa. "Guess we're actually moving out to California together! :)" A few minutes later, her phone was ringing and she was getting an incoming call from Kendall. "Hi!" she almost yelled into the receiver.

"Whoa, someone's excited!" Kendall replied with a laugh. "USC, huh? I approve! Does that mean you're moving out here?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she said.

Kendall was able to hear the excitement in her voice. He smiled to himself. He loved knowing Genny had a smile on her face. However, he was confused about the whole University of Southern California thing. She always said that she wanted to go to New York University and that was even her first choice. She got accepted with more than a few scholarships to help her out. "No NYU, though?"

"Hey, sorry, I have to get going!" Genny replied, avoiding the question. She didn't want to explain the whole situation to anyone, especially Kendall. "I'm heading out with a few friends. I'll text you, yeah?"

Shrugging it off, Kendall set his phone down after she hung up, only to hear it ringing 5 seconds afterwards. Picking it up once more, it was a text from Dylan. "You down to go to New York for Genny's graduation?"

Author's note: Meeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I know it's a lot, in the sense that it's too much for the start of a story, but you need to know these things for the rest of the story and they don't really fit anywhere else.