What if Serena had a bigger secret, one that no one knew? Something she had in common with Erik.
She had tried to end her life; on more than one occasion. She didn't slit her wrists like Erik did, but she had taken more pills than she could count. She had tried to drink herself into oblivion. There was the one time she tried to hang herself, but the rope she used snapped once she stepped off the stool. That had resulted in her breaking her arm. Claiming she fell down the stairs worked pretty well. This time she had gotten her hands on a gun. She didn't want anything too messy, so she was gonna do it in her shower. She loaded the gun and took her final breath before pulling the trigger.
She had already written a note. She had it written out for maybe a year now. Her life didn't flash before her eyes, but the gun didn't go off either. Was it jammed? Serena huffed… there was no way she wasn't gonna do this. She prepared the gun again, but Chuck stepped inside the bathroom. "Serena?" The look on his face was one of complete horror. Seeing Serena holding a gun to her head scared him to the bone. He stepped forward, but she shook her head "No Chuck. Leave… I don't want you to see this." He sucked in a breath "What about your brother? What about the aftermath of this? When I come back in here only to see bits of you smeared all over the bathroom wall? What will your family feel? To know that you would rather paint yourself in the bathroom then to live for them?" Serena started crying then knowing it was true. It would hurt Erik so much and he very well may end his life. She switched the gun to safe before letting herself crumble. She was a sobbing mess and no way did she ever think Chuck would be the one holding her as she sobbed and explained why. That was the day the two became close. The day that she started to consider him as a brother.