Chloe felt a lingering taste of Max's lips on hers, the last moment that they had shared was an awaited hungry kiss, and as soon as she let go of her hand Chloe felt her body getting warped which led to this moment in time, in her room 10 am on a Monday the 7th of October.

Chloe pushed herself off her bed with agonizing pain, everything hurt but she didn't care about the physical pain; she wanted Max, she wanted to know that Max was okay and wondered why she was in her room, instead of dead like she was supposed to at the beginning of the week, to come to think about it wasn't it today.

"Can this week get any crazier, what the hell is going on?" she mumbled biting the corner of her lip "I have to call max, get answers she'll know what to do. She always knows."

Chloe's hands reached across the bed, towards the side where her phone kept almost permanent residence. She dialed Max's number and brought the cool phone up to her ear.

"Leave a message and I'll get back to you!"

"Shit." Chloe muttered, looking back at her phone before realizing what time it was. 10 am. Max was definitely still in class.

A million things raced through her head while she tapped her fingers against the side of her jaw. Each tap became harder as she thought them through.

"What if she's hurt? What if she sacrificed herself? Did I die? Am I dead?"

"No Chloe, think.." Chloe got up putting on a pair of pants, her mind spinning with her thoughts distraught she couldn't make sense of anything.

Bzz Bzz

Her phone vibrating at the edge of her bed;

New message from Nathan Prescott

"Oh shit, I'm still supposed to meet this asshole.. if I go I'll probably end up dead just like before." The blue haired girl grumbled before an idea hit her.

Chloe wasn't going to fuck this up, not after the hell Max had gone through; both of them but Max had risked herself for Chloe over and over again.

"No. This time it's my turn to be the hero." Chloe finished getting ready and went to look for the stashed gun she had in her room "Let's see what Mr. Money has to say about this." she said angling the gun and aiming it at her tv in the corner of her room.

"I have to hurry and save Max from this ass." There wasn't any time to grab bullets, so hopefully Chloe wouldn't have to shoot anyone. Otherwise, they'd be toast.

Chloe raced to the parking lot, her hands gripped tight on the wheel leaving her knuckles white and her hands sweaty; but something was off, there was an ambulance parked right in front of the school and paramedics racing into the main building carrying a gurney.

Chloe tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, scanning the campus; everybody was gathered outside the main doors, around the fountain. The students whispering and talking amongst themselves. The faculty scattered all over the front lawn talking on walkies. After what seemed like a lifetime or minutes later Nathan was dragged out in handcuffs.

"What the fuck is going on?" Mumbled Chloe biting harshly on her bottom lip, Chloe didn't want to think of all the possibilities flooding in her head; so she searched her pockets for her phone. Fidgeting to find Max's phone number.

Max please please pick up

The ringing echoed in Chloe's ear. Once,

Twice,

A third time...

...No answer...

The lean girl's body stiffened as she exited the cabin of her truck, numbly walking over to the main doors to the school. She heard talk about guns and the girl's restroom immediately picking up her pace in a set jog before coming up a few steps up the stairs of the double doors.

Just before she reached for the handle of the doors the paramedics come bolting out of the building, "We have a 27D1", one of them starts shouting into a radio that is strapped to their shoulder. A man and a woman come out carrying a limp body on the gurney, that familiar form. Chloe stops breathing, stops thinking, just stops being. The girl's insides feel that they have turned to dust but she screams and pleads to save her friend, to save Max,to save her Max.

Chloe pushes something within to pull herself together, she can't fall apart when Max needs her the most. She went back in time but she didn't know or remember that Nathan Prescott is dangerous, was she taking Chloe's place? For what idiotic reason would the universe want with Max who has never done a damn thing to deserve this...something so horrible?

Chloe made her way to the principal whom was talking to the police about the incident and was trying to cover up what money did as well as any association to the Prescott title. Only a few feet away Chloe's eyes glaring at him as she touched his arm, getting the beloved principal to face her. "How could you not pay attention to this? Why aren't you calling the Caulfields? Their daughter is in the fucking hospital and you're over here trying to cover up your tracks." She growled ready to pick a fight with the wrong person and for all the wrong reasons.

He stares at her, studying her. "Ms. Price as I recall you no longer attend Blackwell and have no business strutting around on my campus. Now don't make me ask these officers to escort you home, you are way out of line.." Mr. Wells bellowed waving his arms about, releasing himself from her grip and stalking out the opposite direction.

A loud exasperated sigh came from Chloe, shoving her hands in her pockets as her fingers played with the change bouncing as she walked back to her truck. "This can't be happening.. I don't know how to explain any of this to Max. How do I explain any of this to anybody?"

Running a hand along the body of her truck, picking up the chipped paint Chloe rubbed her fingers together turning the dry paint into dust. "I can't do this right now, I am not strong enough to face this on my own again. I won't do this all over again."

The blue haired girl slumped down in the driver's seat before her truck roared back to life, there was only one place she could go; someone to help her with the darkness.

On the way over to the Two Whales Diner Chloe manages to call Joyce, shaky voice as she chokes back her tears " M-Mom I need to talk to you.. i-it's about Max." She bites her quivering bottom lip and tries to continue, "She's back.. She's back and…" Her voice was breaking as her emotions started betraying her, tears rushing down her face "…She's in trouble and it's my fault."