Juice sighed as he drove home on his bike from the club house, Marissa had a pretty bad freak out at the club earlier and he needed to make sure she was okay. He knew she still wasn't sleeping properly because he shared a bed with her, and nine times out of ten he was asleep before her, and she was out of the bed by the time he woke up. She needed to talk to someone about the shooting, about all the shit she had been through in the past few years, everyone knew that. Juice just wished she would realize that.

Marissa looked around the bathroom as she lay in the bath tub; she just wanted all the noise to stop. Everything that told her of her past, told her she was a killer, a victim, a terrible person. Marissa just wanted it all to stop. As she felt herself getting weaker she knew it would soon be over. Marissa didn't like the fact that this was going to hurt Juice but it needed to be done. She couldn't continue to go this way. Marissa wanted to breathe again. Every time she started going in the right direction, she ended up in a place she never knew could feel this bad. And it felt really bad this time.

Juice walked inside the apartment, and raised his eyebrow as all the lights in the apartment were on. He sighed as he walked into the kitchen to grab himself a beer; he cracked his beer and took a swig before looking around. It was so quiet, and it didn't seem like Marissa was home. Her pickup truck was out front so maybe she went for a walk. Juice shrugged as he wandered around the kitchen.

Marissa felt her eyes close as the water started to fully turn red, she was done. Every noise in her head, every voice that tore her down, every memory that pained her was ending. She could no longer hear the voice in her head that told her she was nothing. Everything seemed so quiet, and so peaceful. Marissa let her eyes shut as the darkness finally faded from her body, and she saw only light.

Juice bit down on his lip, it wasn't really like Marissa to take off and not tell anyone. He narrowed his eyes as he found a piece of paper sitting on the table, only two words written on it. 'I'm sorry'. Juice looked confused as he walked with the piece of paper up the stairs, he was about to walk right past the bathroom and into the room he shared with Marissa when he saw her. All the color faded from his face as he saw Marissa laying there in the red water. Everything felt like it was happening so slowly, like in one of those slow motion movies. Juice ran towards the bath tub, and lifted Marissa out of the water, holding her body close to his. He held her wet body close to him for a moment longer before he reached into his pocket and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency…"