A massive thank you to everyone who read/reviewed/followed/favourited etc my story 'All My Love, Beca Mitchell'. I had no idea I would get such a positive response and because of that response I decided to write the prequel and sequel to it. So that's what this is. It will be a multi-chapter fic and, unfortunately, depressing as hell. So, sorry about that. The first two chapters take place before the events in 'All My Love, Beca Mitchell' and the third chapter takes place after. (I hope that makes sense!)

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of it's characters :)

"Hey Chloe, it's Beca. Again. Just giving you a call to say Merry Christmas. Give me a call, okay? Love you." Beca put the phone down and threw it to the other side of the sofa. She put the TV on and poured herself another vodka and coke. "Merry fucking Christmas." She muttered to herself.

Beca wasn't sure when it was that Chloe had started slipping away from her. She'd spent the last month trying to work that out. This was their third Christmas as a couple and their first one apart since Beca's first year at Barden. She smiled to herself as she remembered their first Christmas together.

"Becs wake up!" Beca sat up with such force she almost collided with the excitable redhead who was sat in front of her.

"Jesus, Chloe. Did you decide to give me a heart attack for Christmas this year?" She said, clutching her chest. "What time is it?"

"It's 7am! I've been awake for hours!" Chloe said, pulling Beca out of bed and dragging her into their living room. Two cups of coffee sat steaming on the coffee table along with two plates of pancakes.

"Chlo, you didn't have to do this." Beca said with a smile, sitting down.

"Well if someone would wake up at a normal hour on Christmas morning then I wouldn't have been bored enough to make pancakes!" Chloe replied, sipping her coffee.

"A normal hour? I haven't been awake this early on Christmas since I was five." The brunette said through a mouthful of food. Once the plates were cleared they exchanged gifts. Because Beca was still a student and Chloe a substitute teacher, they were both pretty broke so had agreed to only get each other small jokey presents. Beca snorted with laughter as she opened her one from Chloe. "DJing for Dummies? Harsh, dude." Chloe giggled as the small brunette planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "Your turn." Chloe eagerly pulled off the wrapping paper and opened the small box that was inside. There was a silver whistle and a red pen. Her brows furrowed in confusion for a moment. "The red pen is for when you're grading homework," Beca explained, "and the whistle is to shut them up when they won't stop talking." Chloe's face broke into an enormous grin as she grabbed Beca and covered her in sloppy kisses. "Dude!"

Beca took another drink. Yeah, the redhead was still hers that Christmas, she thought. She absentmindedly twirled her bracelet around her wrist, which brought up memories of last Christmas. Beca was still broke, being in her final year at Barden, but Chloe was making a little money having secured a proper teaching job at the local high school. Chloe had given her the bracelet which was silver and simple but had the word 'Titanium' engraved on the inside. Beca loved it. She remembered feeling almost ashamed as she handed Chloe her gift. Inside was a very simple necklace with a heart pendant.

"Babe, is this what I think it is?" Chloe asked, her fingers brushing the heart lightly. Beca shifted uncomfortably.

"Uh, yeah." She was avoiding Chloe's gaze, annoyed at herself as she felt tears creep to her eyes.

"This was your Mom's, right?" Beca nodded.

"Sorry it's second hand I just -" she was cut off by Chloe pressing her lips against hers.

"It's beautiful. And I love you." She said, her forehead pressed against the brunette's. To this day, Chloe had never taken the necklace off.

Her phone buzzed against the coffee table, pulling Beca out of her daydream. It was Aubrey.

"Hey blondie." Beca said, trying her upmost to sound upbeat.

"Merry Christmas to you too." Aubrey replied. Beca could hear the smile in her voice. "Have you had a good day?"

"Oh it's been swell." She said with a roll of her eyes. "Have you heard from Chloe?"

"No," Aubrey said with a sigh, "and she usually texts me first thing on Christmas morning. Have you?"

"Nothing." Beca downed the rest of her drink. "Why'd you call anyway?" She said, cradling the phone in the crook of her neck as she poured another vodka. She added a little less coke this time.

"Just checking you're alright. You can act all badass as much as you want but I know you and I know you were pretty bummed when Chloe said she was going home for Christmas." Aubrey said. Beca rolled her eyes again.

"I did Christmas Day by myself for years before Chloe came along. It's just another day." She said. It was partially true. After Beca had moved in with her Dad she had gotten used to not making a big deal out of Christmas. Her dad would be working in his office and Beca would spend the day mixing music or wandering around the neighbourhood. That being said, she was pretty gutted when Chloe told her they'd be spending it separately this year.

"Whatever you say Mitchell. I'll speak to you soon." Aubrey said.

"Do you think she's doing any better 'Bree?" Beca blurted out before Aubrey could end the call.

"I don't know." Aubrey replied after a small silence. "Maybe the break will help."

"Yeah." Beca said mentally scolding herself for speaking "Yeah you're probably right. Night Aubrey." She said ending the call. "Get it together Mitchell." She muttered, running a hand through her hair and knocking back her drink.

It wasn't long after the Christmas with the necklace that Beca had started noticing the changes in Chloe, now that she thought back. The way her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. The way she became slightly more indecisive. She was a little more forgetful. A little more clumsy. Now she was over halfway through her bottle of vodka, Beca found she could pinpoint the day she started worrying. It was maybe two months ago, maybe longer.

She woke up at 6am to get ready for work, she had been coerced into taking the early morning shift at the radio station. Chloe was still sleeping beside her. Once she was showered and dressed it was just after 7am and Chloe hadn't moved an inch. Beca shook her gently.

"Chloe, babe, you need to get up or you'll be late for work." Beca said, kissing her on the forehead. The redhead grumbled and turned her back to her. "Come on Chlo." Beca sighed. It wasn't the first time she'd had trouble getting the older woman out of bed.

"Not going in today." Chloe mumbled into her pillow.

"What?" Beca was a little shocked. Chloe loved her job and had never missed a day.

"I said I'm not going in." Chloe said a little louder.

"Are you sick?" Beca felt her forehead.

"Sure." Chloe lied. "Can you call the school for me?"

"Yeah. Yeah okay. Do you need me to stay home?" Beca said, picking her phone up from the bedside table.

"No it's okay." She said, pulling the blankets around her.

"Right. Okay, I'll see you later then." She kissed Chloe on the head again and left the bedroom, hovering at the doorway. "Love you." She said before she left. Chloe mumbled a reply that Beca couldn't hear.

When Beca arrived home that night the house was in darkness. She approached their bedroom almost silently and found Chloe in the exact same position she was in when Beca had left her around ten hours ago. She sat beside her on the bed and ran her hand through her girlfriend's ginger curls.

"What time is it?" Chloe said sleepily, sitting up.

"About 5pm." Beca said softly, brushing the hair from her eyes. "Have you eaten?" Chloe yawned and shook her head.

"Not hungry." She rubbed her eyes.

"Are you feeling any better?" Chloe nodded. But she was only out of bed for an hour or two before going back and falling asleep again. This happened a few more times over the next two weeks.

Beca remembered the growing feeling of anxiety in the pit of her stomach as she watched the girl slip away from her. The way she would either sleep all day or not sleep at all, barely moving from her bed in either situation. She watched the weight drop off her and the light slowly leave her eyes. She stopped wanting to do things with Beca. She wouldn't watch movies, wouldn't go to Aubrey and Stacies for the bi-weekly Bellas get together, wouldn't have sex or even kiss Beca. Beca remembers the day she finally broke down on the phone to Aubrey.

"Hey Beca, will you and Chloe be joining us tonight?" Aubrey asked, already knowing the answer.

"I don't think so. Sorry Aubrey, she's-" Beca choked out a sob before she could stop herself.

"Beca?" Aubrey's voice was full of concern now.

"I don't know what's happening." Beca said, tears falling down her face. "I'm scared 'Bree." Aubrey came over that night and they both spoke to Chloe, perched on the end of her bed as she refused to look at either of them. Eventually Chloe agreed to speak to a doctor.

Beca was with her, holding her hand as they sat in his office.

"I... I think I need help." Chloe said in such a quiet voice that it made Beca's heart shatter. She squeezed her hand. Beca thought back to this moment a lot. If only they'd spoken to a decent doctor, maybe things would be different now. But they weren't given a decent doctor. They were given a bored and obnoxious one.

"What do you mean?" He said, almost rolling his eyes. Chloe bit her lip, tears springing to her eyes.

"She means she needs help. She's depressed." Beca said, her anger rising.

"Why?" He sounded bored. Chloe opened her mouth to answer but she couldn't. She closed it and shook her head. "Does she beat you?" He said casting a look at Beca.

"What?!" Beca said her voice rising to a shout.

"No!" Chloe said as loud as her voice would go. "Look, this was a mistake Becs. Can we go home?" Beca wanted nothing more than to stand there and shout at this idiot but the look on her girlfriend's face drained the anger out of her in a second. They left and didn't speak about it again.

Chloe did her best to act better but Beca could still hear her crying at night. Beca could still see the smile slip from her face when she thought Beca wasn't looking. That's the thing about depression, Beca thought bitterly as she finished the last of her vodka. It doesn't discriminate. It doesn't give a shit whether you should be happy or not. It doesn't care if you have the perfect life of the worst life in the world. It hits you regardless. It burrows its way into your head and stays there. A black cloud that rains on you constantly. It changes you. It ruins you. It's toxic and poison and lethal. And Beca hated it. She had watched it pull the only person in the world she was certain she loved under it's all consuming power. And she could feel it hovering around her now. Trying to steal the light from her own eyes the way it had done to Chloe's. But she wasn't going to let it. And she was going to steal Chloe back, she was determined. She picked up her phone and dialled Chloe's number again and again it went to voicemail. She surprised herself when her voice was strong and steady.

"Chloe we're going to get through this, okay? We're going to fight this fucking thing I promise you. Just don't give up. We'll beat it. I love you."

A 35 minute drive away was Chloe's parents' house. She was sitting in her old room, cross legged on her bed. Her phone was playing Beca's message to her. She wanted to believe her, more than anything in the world. She really did. She just couldn't.

Beca was woken the next morning by her phone vibrating. She had fallen asleep on the sofa and knocked her shin against the coffee table as she scrambled off the sofa, trying to reach her phone.

"Motherfucker!" She shouted, instantly regretting it as she felt the full force of her hangover. She answered her phone. "Hello?" Her voice was a low grumble now.

"Hey." Chloe said. Her voice a little higher than it had been the last time she heard it.

"Chloe!" Beca said with a sigh of relief. "Hey babe. How are you?"

"Fine." Her voice higher still. "Fine." She said again, lowering it with a cough. "Sorry I didn't call yesterday."

"That's okay." Beca said, closing her eyes as she let her girlfriend's voice wash over her. "When are you coming home? I miss you."

"I dunno, couple of days I think. I miss you too."

"Everything's going to be okay, Chloe. You know that right?" Beca said, the worried knot in her stomach returning.

"I know." Chloe said quietly. "Speak soon Becs. I love you. You know I love you, don't you?" There was a little urgency in her voice.

"Of course I do. And I love you too. More than anything." The feeling in her stomach worsened.

"Whatever happens, just remember I love you."

"What's going on Chloe?" Beca's voice wavered.

"Nothing. Everything's going to be fine." And Chloe ended the call. Beca couldn't shake the feeling in her stomach. Something wasn't right.

2:30 the next morning Beca woke with a start. She was covered in a cold sweat and gasping for breath. She couldn't remember her dream but knew it wasn't a happy one. After an hour of trying to get back to sleep she knew it was a lost cause. She had a shower and went and watched TV in the living room, falling asleep on the sofa a few hours later. This time she was woken up by a knock at the door. She went to answer it and saw Aubrey standing there, her eyes red and puffy. The feeling in her stomach was back. She stood aside to let Aubrey in. She was afraid of what she was going to say so she didn't give her the opportunity to say it. She started rambling.

"Do you want a coffee? I think I'm going to have a coffee. I didn't sleep so good last night."

"Beca." Aubrey's voice cracked and broke.

"I spoke to Chloe yesterday. I think she sounded better. I think you were right about the break. She just needed some time to herself. Sure you don't want a coffee?" Panic had totally taken hold of Beca now. Her heart was racing.

"Beca." Aubrey's voice had more strength in it this time. Beca couldn't pretend she hadn't heard it.

"No Aubrey." Tears had found their way to her eyes.

"Beca, it's Chloe." The blonde was crying now and trying to take Beca's hand.

"Don't say it!" Beca's voice had risen to a shout. "Don't say it 'Bree."

"Becs she... She's..." Aubrey swallowed. She wanted Beca to interrupt again. She didn't want to say it out loud. She didn't want it to be real. But Beca was silent now, her stormy blue eyes clouded with unshed tears. "She's gone." Beca felt like all the air had left her lungs. Her legs buckled and Aubrey caught her. They sat on the floor, holding onto each other for dear life.

"She isn't gone." Beca screamed through her sobs. "I spoke to her yesterday she isn't dead!" Her cries had turned into gasps for air. "She wouldn't leave me!"

"She's dead. She's gone." Was all Aubrey could say before her body was racked with sobs of her own.