A/N: Chapters 1,2,3 of my MCR fan-fic. Enjoy and please review!

Chapter 1: The First Meeting

I walked backstage, clutching my girlfriend's hand. We had been best friends forever. Everything was hazy and fading in and out. I looked around and right before I could walk up to them, the floor fell out from beneath me and I fell for what seemed like hours. Right before I fell on some sharp metal spikes, I woke up screaming.

My dog Scooby started barking at the window and I got out of bed to calm him down. I named him Scooby because I had obviously watched too many episodes of Scooby-Doo. But that was alright. I still watched it.

I got up from the floor and looked at the clock. Shit I thought. I'm going to be late for work. I raced over to my closet and pulled out a pair of black pants and a white blouse. I put on a black chunky bracelet and a simple silver chain necklace. I ran a brush through my hair and popped a mint in my mouth. I grabbed my purse and ran out the door, heels in hand. I put them on while I opened the car door and barely got the key in the ignition. I raced down the street and to my workplace.

I lived in Belleville New Jersey and was the assistant to a band manager. They were up and coming and had an audition today with The Belleville Club. They had just added a stage and needed local bands to play there. I pulled into the parking lot and parked next to my boss.

I got out of the car and checked my reflection in the side mirror. I looked decent at least. I walked up to the building and pushed open the door. I saw my boss talking on the phone. He hung up and turned around, and saw me.

"Brianna! Where the hell, have you been?"
"I'm so sorry sir I overslept."
"Well next time, you're going to be fired."
"Yes sir."

"Go next door and get me a coffee. You know how I like it."

"Yes sir."

I rushed out the door and next door to Starbucks.

"What can I get you?" A nice young lady asked me.

"I'll take a white chocolate mocha with a shot of caramel, a shot of Irish crème, a shot of almond, and a shot of crème de mint. I want cinnamon sprinkled over the top and extra foamy with extra whipped cream and regular cocoa. Venti please."

She had pulled out a piece of paper and written everything down. She looked at me like I was crazy and a giant asshole but I didn't care. It wasn't for me.

"And also a venti pumpkin spice latte."

She grinned at the short order and got to work. I pulled out a $10 dollar bill and put it on the counter. She came over a few minutes later with my order and rang me up.

"Keep the change please."

I took the drinks and walked back next door, sipping my coffee in the process. I handed him his coffee and he smirked at me. He went back to watching the band practice and talking to the café manager. I stood behind Mr. Vallardi the whole time, just like I had been taught.

At the end of the day I went home and got ready to go out with my friend. We had gotten concert tickets and I was super excited about going to see the band. They were my all time favorite: My Chemical Romance.

I slipped on my torn-edge black tank and skinny jeans and teased my hair. I put on my make-up and gloss. I heard the doorbell ring just as I slipped on my Vans. I hurriedly put in an extension and rushed to the door. I grabbed my purse and made sure my tickets, camera, and backstage passes were there. I grabbed my cell phone and we ran out the door.

"Oh my god Cameron, I can't believe we scored tickets!"
"And passes! This is going to be the best!"

"I know! I love their new album it totally rocks."

We were in the car now; Cameron stepped on the ignition and pulled out of the driveway and towards the arena. It was a good hour away so we had a lot of time to kill. I popped in their first CD and turned the music up as loud as I could handle-which is very loud. We were blaring their music all the way to the show. By the time we got there we had just started 'I'm Not Okay'.

She pulled into a spot close to the arena and we ran inside. It was extremely dark and there were excited people screaming and yelling all over. There were a few booths set up that were selling merch.

I fingered my lip piercing, wary of it getting ripped from my mouth by some crazy person. I had gotten it when I had fallen in love with the band. I had taken a picture of Frank into a tattoo parlor, pointed to his lip ring and said 'I want a lip ring exactly like his.' I had sat in the chair patiently and screamed when it was over. I had nursed my poor lip for weeks, but was ecstatic with the result. I had shown all my friends my new ring and they were happy for me.

Cameron was the one who was the most excited. She had gotten a lip and nose ring, and an eyebrow piercing. I ran ahead to the double doors and pulled them open. We had gotten front row seats and were sitting so close, they could spit on us. I laughed as I ran down the aisle and to my seat. Cameron followed close behind me and we jumped up and down as the doors closed.

We were the only ones in the arena! Everyone else was too busy buying merch and stuff. The band walked onto the stage and I stood there, staring up at them in all their gloriousness. I was surprised I didn't faint. They were running tests on all the equipment, and finally, someone noticed us.

"Hey, what are you guys doing in here?"

I heard Frank Iero call. Cameron answered for us, obviously not as in shock as I was.

"The doors were open. We though we could come on in."

Frank nodded his head and went back to playing his precious Pansy. Gerard was at the mike, testing it with the lame 'Test, 1, 2, 3.' Ray was standing by the speaker while Mikey was playing with his hair. Bob was sitting at the drums drinking red bull.

"Hey, can you guys lend us a hand?"

"Sure!" I yelled.

I knew how to do all this stuff. I did it for a living. Helping bands move their shit I mean.

"Can you get me my other guitar? I would get it, but Gee needs help with the mike."

I jumped up on stage and ran to the back where there was a rack of guitars. I picked out the only other one with Frank's name on it and walked quickly, but carefully. I handed it to him and took his precious guitar from him. I put it back on the rack.
"Mikey my mike isn't working!"

"Here let me help."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm an assistant to a band manager so I do this stuff all the time."

His eyes widened in surprise and then he shrugged. He stood back while I grabbed the wire connected to the mike and peeled it open. I tore an extra wire out and set it back down.

"Try it now." He walked forward, hesitant and sang into the mike.

"Well you can hide a lot about yourself, but honey what are you gonna do? And you can sleep in a coffin, but the past ain't through with you."

He stepped back and smiled at me.

"Hey thanks! What's your name?"

"My name is Brianna. This is my friend Cameron."

We shook hands with all of the guys and I smiled inside. I has just met MCR and helped them!

"Is this your first concert?"
"Not my first, but I think my second My Chem. concert."

Gerard nodded his head and turned to test the mike again, just in case. Mikey took of his glasses and put his contacts in. Frank was petting his guitar lovingly and I snorted. He turned to look at me and smiled.

"This was my first guitar. My grandpa got it for me before he died. My grandpa on my mom's side." I nodded my head and went to sit next to him.

I looked around me. I was really here, on stage with my 5 favorite men in the entire world. He looked at me closely.

"What band do you help manage?"

"The Architects."

"They sound cool."
"They really aren't bad. They are super dedicated to their music. They work all the time." He nodded his head, thoughtful.

"You should bring them to my new studio."
"For real?"

"I'm not shitting you. They sound pretty cool."

"Thank you so much!"

I threw my arms around him and he laughed. I backed up embarrassed.

"I'm sorry."
"It's alright. You were excited."

I beamed at him and he grinned lopsided. He was so adorable. I looked at all of the boys again. I took in the way they looked in this moment.

"Do you wanna grab a bite to eat when we're done?"

I looked up at Gerard who was standing, twiddling his thumbs nervously.

"We'd love too."

He smiled and nodded his head going to talk to Mikey. The lights dimmed and the doors opened as an onslaught of people ran down the aisle. Frank grabbed my arm and pulled me backstage with Cameron and the guys.

"You should just stay back here until the show is over. It's the best view anyway."

I nodded my head, too thrilled to speak. They went onstage and I watched as they played song after song from their new album. A chorus of shouts swept the audience:
"Encore, Encore!" was repeated over and over again. Gerard walked over to each of the guys in turn and whispered in their ear. The lights dimmed again and spotlights centered on each of them.

They sang a few songs from Bullets and walked off stage, sweating like a couple of fuckers who needed a shower, and badly.

"Where do you guys want to eat?" Ray asked us.

"Can I touch your hair?" Cameron asked.

All the guys burst into laughter while Ray turned beet red. He nodded his head and Cameron stepped forward tentatively. She fingered his hair before pushing the top down and watching it bounce back up.

"I like your hair. It's cool."

"I hate my hair. I can't do anything with it."

"You should let me do it sometime. I'm a stylist." He just nodded his head and blushed.

"So, where should we go?" Gerard was looking at me.

"Where do you guys usually go?"

"Just a little place around the corner."

"Then we should go there. No reason to break habit." He smiled as if at some joke I wasn't in on. I soon found out why.

We walked around the corner and were welcomed by a giant glowing yellow arch. I turned to face Gerard.

"McDonalds?" He stared at me like he was really sorry. "That's fucking hilarious!"

I laughed and his face turned happy and as peaceful as you can get when you're Gerard fucking Way.

"Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order?"

The lady at the counter was clearly bored and wanting to get out of there. She was a teenager, and I saw a boy eagerly waiting in the corner. There was some tiny plastic package sticking out of the edge of his pocket. Condoms. Why do young kids always want to have sex? I walked up to the girl and pointed at the boy.

"That your boyfriend?"

"Yeah; what business is it of yours?"

"Don't do it. It'll lead to kids."

"Hey lady, just back off. My personal life is not your concern."

"Yeah, well I know. I was 15 when I had sex. A few days later I had to buy my first pregnancy test. At 17, I did it again. That time I had to tell my parents I was pregnant. I miscarried after a car accident. And I hate it when I see teenagers going down the same path, and making the same mistake. So just say no."

She looked at me and nodded her head.

"What do you want?" We all ordered our food and were waiting for it to be done.

"I'm sorry."

"Huh?" I looked up to see Gerard staring down at me. I rubbed my belly, remembering the life I had lost 6 years ago.

"Your baby. I'm sorry."

"It's OK. It was a long time ago."

"I was 16."
"What?"

"When I had sex. I was 16. I'd been dating the girl for three years. She got pregnant and left it in a dumpster somewhere. She's in jail now."

"I'm so sorry." I put my hand on his arm and he smiled at me.

"It's OK. Not like she can come back."

Frank, Cameron and Bob all came over with the red plastic trays full of food that would eventually clog our arteries and ensure that we had a quadruple bypass when we were 32. I tore into my McChicken and fries. I popped the lid off my chocolate shake and dipped a few fries in there.

"Is that good?"

Gerard looked mildly disgusted at my love of salty and frozen things.

"Yeah it is; here try it."

I handed him a fry dipped in the chocolate shake. He put in it in his mouth and chewed.

"Hey that is pretty good. You were right."
"I told you."

I turned my head and saw the girl crying as her boyfriend broke up with her. That's all they every wanted. Sex: The driving force behind living.

We finished eating and walked outside.

"I had a good time tonight." Gerard looked at me. I smiled up at him.

"Me too."

"Do you want to go out some time? The band is on break now, and I'm staying here for a few months." Had Gerard Way seriously just ask me out?

"Umm, yeah, sure. I would love to go out some time."

He nodded his head. He turned to go, but turned back and kissed my cheek. Then he walked off after his friends and I was left standing there with Cameron. She laughed and took my hand leading me to the car, where we blasted the music all the way back home.

Chapter 2: The First Date

I walked out of the Belleville Club feeling giddy. My manager had increased my pay by over $300. He said that if they got signed that I would get much more. I was super excited. Not only by my amazing job talent, but because my date with Gerard was tonight.

I was going to wear a knee length buffalo plaid skirt with a black tee and converse. I would wear a chunky black chain necklace and a couple of gothic rings. I got dressed and teased my hair and did my make-up. I had no idea where we were going and I hoped I looked alright for the occasion.

The doorbell rang and I ran to answer it. I had my clutch and shoes so I was good to go. I composed myself and opened the door. There he was in a black tee and jacket with gray skinny jeans and converse. He had done his 'Helena' make-up for our date. His hair was disheveled like in all the pictures I had seen of him online. He looked so perfect.

"Do you wanna come in for a few minutes?"

"Actually, our reservations are soon so we better get going."

"Oh OK."

I closed the door behind me and we walked to his car. It was a really nice Honda Civic. He walked around to the other side and opened the door for me and closed it when I got in.

"Thank you." I said as he sat down in the seat.
"Your welcome."

We drove for a few minutes and pulled into a Pizza Hut parking lot.

"Pizza Hut?"
"Yep. Most romantic spot in the world." We laughed together at his lame joke.

He took my hand when we got out of the car. We walked up to the door and he opened it for me to go in ahead of him. I shivered. Gerard let go of my hand and shrugged out of his jacket, draping it around my shoulders. I put it on and smiled at him.

"Thank you again."
"You're welcome again."

I chuckled as we were led to a table where we sat across from each other. He moved his chair so he could sit next to me. We arranged the things on the table so we had room to put the food.

"What do you want?"
"Order for me."

"OK…" He looked at the waiter. "We'll have breadsticks and then taco pizza. I'll have a Coke and she'll have a root beer."

The waiter took our menus and walked away. I stared at him open mouthed. He looked down embarrassed.

"I called your friend."

"How did you get her number?"
"Ray asked her for it."

I nodded my head, not surprised in the slightest. She'd always had a crush on him.

"So when are you leaving?"
"Sometime in October."

"Wow. That's in three months."
"It depends who you ask, but it's a lot of time I think. When you live on the road, three months is a long time to stay in one place with one person."

"Yeah it is, when you think of it that way."

The waiter brought our drinks and I spit mine out. I cleaned myself with a napkin and switched pop with him. He just stared at me, shocked. Then he broke out in laughter and I laughed with him.

"What was that?"
"I hate Coke. I really, really do." He nodded his head like he understood. "So what's it like playing shows every night?"
"It's a lot of fun. To feel the adrenaline race through your veins, and to know that you are making hundreds of thousands of kids happy and giving them a purpose to live, to find their drive in life. It's the most amazing thing in the world. It really is."

I smiled at him. He had the biggest grin on his face and his eyes sparkled. I could tell that he truly loved what he was doing and I was proud of him. I was happy for him. I took his hand across the table and squeezed it.

"I'm happy that you're happy."

He looked at me then; looked at me like we had a deeper connection than anyone on the planet. I knew this was weird; we had only known each other for less than a week. But I felt like I knew that he was the one. I knew it deep down inside, and I hoped he did too.

His eyes glittered like characters in an anime when they get emotional. I half-smiled at the thought of him being a manga character.

The breadsticks arrived and the waiter set them down in the middle of the table. I grabbed a bread stick with my free hand and tore into it with my teeth. Gerard put one in his mouth slowly, sensually. I snorted and began to laugh.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He chewed the food in his mouth and then looked at me.

"I'm being super-sexy."

The look on his face was so serious I couldn't help but laugh. After a moment he laughed too.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't help it!"

We had both completely burst out laughing and the whole restaurant was looking at us now. I put my hand over my mouth to shut myself up. He did the same, mimicking me. I laughed more then, mad at him for making me laugh.

"I live in this town you know!"

"So do I."

And then it hit me. He had always lived in the same town as me. I just never knew him. I knew him now though, and that was what counted. The pizza came and we each ate three slices of pizza. We split the rest into two boxes and he drove me home. He walked me into my house and put my pizza in the refrigerator.

"Thank you for taking me out."
"Thanks for letting me take you out."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I have an…interesting past."
"So do I."

He stared at me curiously then. I smiled faintly and he smiled too. I still saw the curiosity in his eyes. Later, when I knew him better I would tell him. Tell him about Derek, and Zane and my baby. The abuse and the drugs. But not yet. Not quite yet.

"I'll call you tomorrow so we can set up another date."
"OK."

He kissed my cheek before walking out the door and driving away.

Chapter 3: The First Kiss

I met Gerard on my porch. It was our third date. We were actually going for a walk around my neighborhood. I had worn cotton 'booty' shorts and a tank top that was low cut. Gerard was wearing athletic shorts and a Nike athletic shirt. It was tight and I could see the beginnings of muscle on his chest. I put my hair in a ponytail and re-tied my shoes.

"You ready?"

"I was born ready!"

I pumped my fist and he laughed. We walked to the end of the driveway hand-in-hand and then we turned to walk down the hill my house sat on. He intertwined his fingers in mine again and looked down at me.

I felt really short when he looked down at me. He was only 5'9". That was pretty tall I suppose, but it made me feel short. I was only 5'6". I was taller than Frank, so that made me happy. I had nicknamed him 'Shorty' officially.

I had only ever seen one camera on my property. It was taking my picture while I was taking out the garbage. I had showed him the finger and I knew that was going to come back to haunt me. I was happy that he wasn't the biggest celebrity around.

It gave us much more privacy than if I were dating Brad Pitt. I laughed and he stared at me. I waved my hand. He shrugged and we turned the corner.

"So Frank had his meeting with your band today."
"Really? I had the day off."

"That's nice. Yeah he's talking about letting them be the first band to sign with him." I stopped and stared at him.

"Really?"
"Yeah. He called me before I came over here."

I jumped up and down and in my excitement, jumped right into his arms. My arms circled his neck and my legs were wrapped around his torso. I was so happy! I would get a promotion and then I would be able to move somewhere else and out of my crappy house! And things were just going so well!

Gerard cleared his throat and I came back down to Earth. I looked at how I was. We stared deep into each other's eyes.

"I'm sorry."

I un-latched my arms, but he just snaked his around my back, holding me there.

"Don't be sorry. You got excited."

He half-smiled in that cute way that boys smile. He turned his head and lowered it so our faces were inches apart. His lips barely brushed mine and I shivered with exhilaration. He sighed joyfully from just this light brush.

He lowered his head to mine completely and kissed me. It was very light and cautious at first. But then I deepened our kiss all on my own. My fingers tangled in his hair and his hands grabbed the back of my tank-top and gripped part of it tightly in his hands.

And so we stood there, holding each other, kissing each other in the middle of the sidewalk. But we didn't care. We were lost in our own little world of magic, danger, and romance. He walked backwards up the hill until we fell in the front yard. We were a tangle of each others limbs as we made out in the grass.

Every time we separated our lips I grew sad and it pained me deeply. I knew that he was the one, but I had yet to fall completely and madly in love with him. I had known him a week and a half now and I knew he was the only one I could ever truly be with. I knew it was very soon to assume such things, but I knew in my heart that he was the one. I just, had to fall completely in love with him yet.

I moved from his arms and lay on my back looking at the now dark sky, dotted with white silver stars. It was so beautiful. I held his hand as we pointed out different constellations.

"You know, I love looking at the stars." He said to me in a whisper. I had to strain to hear him clearly.

"I love looking at them too. They're like little diamonds in the sky."

"Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the sky so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are."

He sang the tune and I sang with him. We roared with laughter when we were done.

"Oh, too only be a child again."

I nodded my head in agreement. They had it good. They just didn't realize it until they were in their 20's and on their own. I stood up and pulled Gerard with me. It was close to 10:00.

"I had so much fun tonight. I do have to go to work tomorrow though."

He nodded his head silently. He leaned into kiss my cheek but I moved my head quickly so he brushed my lips instead. I felt his turn up in a smile and I smiled too. I kissed his lips lightly and darted away backwards, into the night and the comfort of my own home.

I woke up and looked at my clock. I got dressed hurriedly and ran to my car, heels in hand. I called Gerard and started the car.

"Hello?"
"I blame you!"
"What? Who is this?"

"I'm late for work because of our date!"
"Brianna?"
"Yeah it's me."
"Oh; I'm sorry."

"It's OK. I was being sarcastic. I blame myself."

"Oh OK. I'm still sorry."
"Hey I have to go. I just pulled up."
"Where are you?"
"At Frank's studio."
"Oh. I'll just get dressed and meet you there."
"Oh OK. That would be cool."
"See you in a bit babe."

The line went dead. Babe? I laughed as I slammed my car door shut. I walked in the door of Skeleton Crew and went straight to recording room 3. The Architects were already there and warming-up. I half-waved to Frank and slung my bag off my shoulder and tossed it on a chair. I went in the room with the guys and took an extra guitar from the rack.

"OK guys I'm going to warm up my fingers with you."

They nodded their heads. I'd done it a lot before. I heard the static as Frank pushed the button to talk to us. I put on the headphones and heard him say:

"You can play?" I figured the question was directed at me, but Keenan answered instead.

"Yeah she plays, and sings. Pretty well." I blushed deep red at his compliment.

"Oh; well start practicing."

He sat back and listened to the guys start off with that powerful metal sound, then began to shred even louder and more powerful as I played the easier melodies underneath. Keenan waved me forward and so I sang into the mike:

"I've been out for so long, days slipped by again. And I can't sleep since I stopped caring. I'll stay out until my lungs bleed. And I can't tell daylight from streetlights anymore. As he cast his shadow. I've seen this road a thousand times and I can't look back

I've seen this road a thousand times and I can't, I'm not looking back

This is so unfamiliar; death is no man's friend

Yet I'll stay here until I hear him roar

Death is screaming my name but I refuse to listen to him

I can't sit here forever. Watch me rise again. Watch me rise back up. Forever would be just be so easy to fall into. But still I'll stay out until my lungs bleed

Forever is the easy option but I won't take it

The choices I've made will lead me to an early fucking grave."

Keenan joined me at the chorus and I became absorbed in the music I had known by heart since three years ago when they had come to us. I made one last stroke and opened my eyes.

"Good job guys!"

I took the headphones off and placed the guitar where it belonged. I walked out of the studio and brushed my hair with my fingers. Frank was looking at me as I walked out.

"You are fucking amazing!"

"Thank you."

"They kind of scream, but you balance them out well."
"Thanks."

I sat next to him and drew out a bottle of water, and messed with the switches on the panels to record and modify their voices.

"Hey Gee."

I hadn't even heard him come in, but now he was sitting right next to me.

"Hey Brianna."
"Hey Gerard." He waved to Frank and turned to me.

"I told you I'd be here."
"I know."
"I heard you play."
"How?"
"I was in the corner."

He pointed to the dark secluded corner, where I couldn't have seen him.

"Oh; how embarrassing!" He laughed musically.

"No, you were very good."
"Really?"
"Yes really."

He leaned over and gave me a kiss.

"Very good."

Frank looked at us skeptically but I paid no attention. I was looking at the band now, helping them practice through the glass. I would make motions with my hands and they would nod their head and change what they were doing.

"What is that?" Frank asked me.

"Something we came up with. If ever they were playing a gig, I could tell them to change something so that I wouldn't have to yell over the music and distract the fans."

He nodded his head like that made sense.

"That's pretty cool. I'll have to talk to Brian about learning that."
"Yeah. I would love to teach you guys."

I jerked my right hand up and the guitar became louder and whined.

"That's a cool noise." Frank said.

I pulled my sleeves down and shivered. It was cold in the studio.

"Are you cold?"
"Yeah kind of."
"Here take my jacket."
"OK."

Gerard handed me his leather jacket and I pulled it on. My sleeves came up, and my wrists were exposed. He stared at them and I shrugged the jacket back off. He took my hands in his and looked at the red scars. There were others on my wrist that blended into my flesh, but these were new.

"Brianna, why?"

I pulled my hands from his and put the jacket back on. I bent my face forward so my hair hid it. I was ashamed and embarrassed.

"Last night was the anniversary."

"Anniversary?"
"Of the day I lost my baby."

"Oh. That doesn't mean you have too…cut yourself."
"Gerard…I hurt myself like this every year. Every year I make myself feel the pain that it would've felt. That I know it felt."

He nodded his head, trying to understand. Then he shook it.

"I will never understand why people do this to themselves." He pointed to my arms.

"Maybe because it's a little bit easier hurting yourself and wishing you were dead then going through emotional pain. Because it's easier to hurt yourself than to hurt the ones you love."

I got up and stalked out of the room. I walked down the hallway, my tears blinding me. My wrists tingled and I ran to the bathroom. I dug around in my purse until I found what I was looking for. My pocket knife. It was very expensive, and very sharp. I opened up the biggest, sharpest blade and looked at the dried and caked blood. I dropped my purse on the floor and took off Gerard's jacket and my shirt. I did not want to get any blood on them.

I sat down in the corner and shook with anger and sadness. Why didn't he understand? Maybe because he just doesn't believe it. No one but people like you understands it. No one else.

I brought the knife to my wrist and swiped it across in one fast motion. The pain was quick and like fire, but went away as I saw the blood running down my arm and onto the floor. I did it again and again watching the red slits form on my arm. I saw the blood drip onto the floor and form into a little pool of scarlet red.

I watched it in fascination bubble up in the slits and roll down my arm. I moved to my other wrist with shaky hands until they were both even. I stood up shaking and wrapped my arms in thick rolls of paper towels. I sat in the bathroom corner and shook as sweat started pouring down my face. Black tinged my vision and I saw that I was still losing blood. I could not apply enough pressure to my arms.

I heard footsteps walking down the hall, someone calling my name.

"Brianna?"

It sounded so familiar…but I couldn't place it now…too weak… I slid down and my eyes started to close. The voice got closer to the bathroom door and knocked gently.

"Brianna?"

I knew the voice. Of course I did. Other voices joined that one and I chuckled. I was gone ten minutes and they already had a search party out looking for me. Before my eyes closed and I slumped to the floor I yelled his name:

"Bob!"

My head hit the floor hard and I winced as my cheek scraped against the tile. The door was rattling and I remembered that I had locked it upon entering. The blood matted in my hair and my face rested upon the pool. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, feeling the blood come in through my mouth and my nose. I began to gag and then, the door blew open and I heard not a thing.