"Man, what a great day." I walked in the door of the Bella's house, expecting everyone to be in the living room. Except it was all quiet. I placed my laptop bag down on the floor slowly.

"Anybody even home?"

"In here." A voice quietly came from the dining room. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I walked into the room. Everyone sat silently looking at their dinner plates. Some pushed food around with their forks, others sat with their hands in their laps, and Amy ate slowly, a disgusted face with each bite. It was Aubrey sitting there that really surprised me. Normally, she is too busy with her camp to just stop by to visit out of the blue.

"What's going on… Why does everyone look so sad? Did the turtle in the backyard finally leave?" Still everyone sat there.

"Oh god, it's the turtle. Guys, come on. I know you loved the turtle but I mean, it's just a turtle- Wait, where is Chloe?" Aubrey stood up from the spot where Chloe would normally sit; right next to my empty chair.

"She's upstairs. You should go talk to her." Aubrey said quietly, her voice wavering slightly.

"Will someone just tell me what's going on?"

"Beca, just go talk to her." Fat Amy choked out. I've never seen her so upset.

My heart began to race.

I nodded slowly and made my way up the stairs. With each step I could feel my heart beating faster. Then I was there. Right in front of her door. It was just enough to see that there were no lights on. The sound of sniffling came from inside.

"Chloe? It's me, Beca." I tapped on the door lightly with a knuckle. No response came out. I slowly opened the door.

"God, Chloe, it's so dark in here." I stepped carefully to her bed. The normally tidy room of Chloe Beale was trashed. Clothes littered the floor. Her bed was completely taken apart. Pillows on the floor were lazily slumped against the mattress. Her bedspread hung off the end of the bed. In the middle of her mattress was Chloe. Curled into a ball, she continued to cry. Even though she was bigger than me, I have never seen the redhead look so small.

I walked over to sit behind her.

"Chloe, talk to me." I gently placed myself on the bed, and rubbed small circles on her back. I felt her body shake with every sob.

"Can you lay down? And just hold me?" She whispered. I moved down to where I could be right next to her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pulled her as close as possible.

"Now, tell me what's bothering you. You aren't pregnant are you?"

"I have cancer."