AN: Okay, so this story is inspired by actual events. Some inconsistencies will be there and I will admit that there will be moments of OOC for some characters, but trust me, it's worth it. Heavily angsty for now, but it show's development. I'm thinking of making this a full book but I'm not sure yet with all my other fics. I'd appreciate your response after you read this. It took me a while to figure out a definite plot but I was finally able to get it down. More chapter's depends on the quantity of demands, so please support and review.


"Time for a bite?" Actual words.

'I like pie.' Thoughts.

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Story.

"... How is she?"

"Not good, I'm afraid. Her body is still in critical condition and there isn't any other way to wake her from the coma. As of now, we still have no choice but to wait for progress. If we tamper with anything, it may result in her death. The only thing we can physically do is feed her body enough nutrients to sustain itself."

"... Still that bad, huh?"

"I'm afraid so. On the plus side, her condition has neither worsened nor increased. For now, we can count that as a good thing."

"A good thing."

"I'm sorry, but it's all we have right now."

"Just great."

"... I'm actually glad she has a friend like you. You've been taking your time to visit her any moment you can. There aren't many people as devoted as you these days."

"... Thanks... Can I see her?"

"Of course! As always, visiting hours are till seven."

"Alright, thanks again, doctor."

"It's my pleasure, Tara."

Tara opened the door, witnessing a familiar sight. She sighed loudly and walked sluggishly to a bed. She took the nearest chair that was available to her and sat down. Looking at the bed, she couldn't stop the somber visage, even if she wanted to.

"Hey, Bonnie," she said softly, delicately.

There was no response.

Of course, she should have been used to it by now, but she just couldn't stand it. Bonnie was in a coma.

And it was all her fault.

No matter what anyone said to try and dissuade her from the truth, Tara didn't falter from the believe - because she firmly believed it was true.

It was true.

Oh God in heaven, she could never forget that day. It struck her heart like a poisoned knife. The things she said; the things she did. Everything was unforgivable.

Un-freaking-forgivable.

Nobody deserved that, not even the most hated person on earth.

It started off like any other day. She was close to graduation. Everyone was in high-spirits, from the populars, to the cheerleaders; it was a day that would be engraved in the minds of the seniors. For that day, Kim made her inspirational speech for the future.

They partied after graduation. It was amazing. Admittedly, Tara had been reluctant to let loose, but with the help of her best friend, it turned out easier than she had originally thought.

Bonnie had her faults, but she was a redeemable friend that Tara would put her wholehearted trust in.

That was then.

Soon, they started going to college. Tara had found herself a humble one in Middleton while Bonnie's was a upper-class institution in Upperton, obviously.

They did remain in contact, often conversing about the most mundane of things. Tara remained in contact with everyone: Kim, Ron, Monique, the cheer squad, the jocks, heck, even some teachers, but she only had their numbers. Bonnie was the only person from high school she really talked to. She honestly thought that her life would run smoothly. She honestly believed that she and her friends were truly ready for the big bad world.

Honestly, how naïve could she have been?

She had been going to her part-time job at a newspaper firm. She worked as a PA for the CEO of the company, a job that she was able to grasp because of her substantial grades and conversational skills - adding a cheery attitude was just the icing on the cake.

She remembered the morning quite clearly. She had gotten out of bed, done her morning routines, dawned her button shirt and business skirt and proceeded to drive to work. It had been a day like any other.

Then, she got a phone call.

It had been Kim, harping on about Bonnie's blasphemy and questioning if she had known. Tara had been beside herself with the onslaught of screeches. She hadn't a clue what Kim had been on about. After Kim's clarification though, she wished she'd never known.

Apparently, Bonnie had been blackmailing Ron into her service. Tara knew all about how Bonnie and Ron both found themselves near each other in different colleges, but she would have never suspected the two to be so familiar with each other. Blackmailing wasn't exactly something Bonnie thought better of, but to do it to Ron of all people, and what the hell was it about anyway? Tara had grown furious the more she entertain the possibilities to Kim's allegation. Bonnie had her tendencies of superiority as the 'Queen B', but Tara would not stand by and let Bonnie get her way, especially if it involved a former crush of hers getting the brunt of Bonnie's tactics. Bonnie blackmailing Ron? Oh, if it were only that simple.

She was at Bonnie's 'pad' within the next day. The tension was as thick as it could get, it didn't help that Kim swiftly arrived five minutes later. Put both Bonnie and Kim in a room and the temperature could easily be less than frozen, if possible. Murderous intent emitted from the house.

Kim tried to keep her temper in check as she reiterated her findings, which were courtesy of the all so knowledgeable Wade.

Tara had been surprised to discover many things. Kim and Ron broke up soon after graduation. For Kim, the relationship didn't seem as compatible as she originally realised; she even fell in love with another man and didn't think it was right stringing Ron along for a ride. She did as best as she could to end the relationship on a high. She did everything to let Ron know that she was still his best friend, no matter what. Unfortunately, Kim Possible could do anything, even royally screw up a relationship.

Ron apparently felt betrayed by the break up, but supported her choice anyway. It was okay in the beginning, but when Ron found out that Kim was dating 'Monkey' again, then all hell broke loose. Kim had tried to be as understanding as possible to Ron's animosity towards Josh, even Josh tried to be patient and give Ron time to adjust; he even tried to be a friend to Stoppable - a 'good' friend - but Ron's vehement refusals to accept situations for what they were put a strain on everything, to the point where Kim had enough. Josh had enough as well, even resulting to intimidation, threatening Ron to support them or else, even inflicting bodily damage for emphasis, which, of course, was the wrong sort of action. However, Kim would never know about it until it was too late.

Then the arguments started. First with Ron and Josh, then with Ron and Kim, then with Ron, Kim and Josh. It was a losing battle for Ron, and Kim would not tolerate her best friend hating her boyfriend any longer. So, with tempers flaring and negotiations failing, it was obvious which route was taken. Right then and there, Kim gave Ron an ultimatum: tolerate Josh or they would not be friends anymore. It came as little surprise that Ron chose the latter.

Kim had been 'fine' with it. Let him be childish, sooner or later he would come to his senses and seek her out for forgiveness.

But he never did.

Kim had been adamant in refusing to mend the broken bond until Ron 'grovelled' at her feet, or at least that's what Tara deduced from Kim's heated explanation of the things Tara had missed out during her absent contact.

Kim accepted a University position in London, Josh had also found luck in getting in. And the couple looked to remain strong. It hadn't even been six months before they were engaged.

She was still stubborn, never letting Ron know about her endeavours. Instead, Ron found out from a misunderstanding with Dr. Ann Possible, who had no clue of the turmoil that he and Kim were under. With that slap to the face, Ron cut off any sort of communication to 'K.P.'

It took a long time for Kim to even consider finding out how Ron was. Since she couldn't communicate on phone for some reason, she opted to enlist the help of her trusted computer geek. Wade had been keeping a close eye on Ron, without Kim's knowledge since she had refused to talk about him at all anytime his names was ever uttered, and what he told her had Kim reeling.

Ron was in a college training to be a cook, that much she knew. He was getting good grades but lacked social skills, often resulting in his own solitude. Not that bad, right? Well, there was more to come.

Ron had established himself independently and earned everything, from money to the clothes on his back, all on his own. He didn't live near Middleton anymore and had little to no contact with his parents. He had become withdrawn, not relying on anyone to help him. His debt was copious and he lived in a rundown apartment that hardly supported itself. Kim convinced herself that she had nothing to do with how Ron turned out. Hell, even his parents didn't know what he was up to.

Wade had been hesitant to explain any further, but plowed through. Because Ron had a secretively bad lifestyle and misplaced judgement, he couldn't confide in anyone for help. He was seriously hitting an all time low for money. That's where Bonnie fit into the picture.

She had found out about it, and Kim suspected that Bonnie had exploited Ron's predicament rigorously. Using and abusing him as she wished with the promise of not telling anyone and even giving him money to pay his bills.

Kim's sneer quickly turned into a hateful snarl as she continued the horrifying story.

Ron was forced to do whatever Bonnie wanted, and boy did Bonnie use that.

Essentially, Ron was her toy - with every sense to the word.

He was basically her slave.

Kim's anguish cries continued on. Blaming Bonnie for how Ron had turned out. Scorning her for raping her best friend.

All Bonnie did was shrug and asked: Where were you all this time when he needed you?

It took every fibre of Kim's being not attack her on the spot. Currently, Ron was at his apartment, no doubt talking to his family.

"I will sue you for sexual assault!"

"Is that all, Possible? If you hadn't figured it out, Ron didn't disagree to our 'contract'. So I was in every right to do what I wanted."

"You bitch!"

"Sue me all you want. You have no proof that I forced myself on him. He willingly accepted."

"Fuck you, Bonnie! I don't have time for your shit!" Kim shrieked, her eyes red with fury. "You touch him; you even look at him again, I'll-"

"You'll what, kill me?"

Kim's snarl turned feral, her anger clearly getting the best of her. She stormed to the door. "I never want to see your face near him again!" The door slammed shut loudly.

Bonnie huffed and muttered 'bitch' under her breath before turning to a furious blonde. "Tara, don't believe her. She doesn't know the entire story."

"Did you blackmail Ron?" was Tara's gritted response.

"... Well, yeah, but-"

"Did... Did you...rape him?"

"It's not like that-"

"Answer me!"

"... At first-"

Slap!

The sting Tara felt on her hand was dulled by her blazing anger. "How could you?!"

Bonnie seemed visibly shaken, affectively reminding Tara of the kind position she held. She was Bonnie's best friend. With that, came the knowledge that Bonnie had a dependents on her for understanding. No more.

"I-It's not as bad as it sounds, Tara! Please! It started off that way, sure, but you have no idea what we've been th-"

A punch to the gut silenced Bonnie rant. She doubled over in pain, but dared not retaliate.

"All these years I've been putting up with everyone's bullshit of how horrible a person you are! I never believed them! You had your faults, but there was a good person inside you! Fuck that! You're disgusting!"

"T-Tara."

"Shut up!" Tara cut off with a wicked smack to the brunette's face. "I can't believe you! You know what, I've had it with your shit, Bonnie! Fuck you! I wished I'd never known someone as despicable as you!"

"Tara, please listen-Ack!"

Tara slapped her again, too engrossed in her own anger to care. "Don't call me; don't talk to me. I never want to see your face again. I fucking hate you!"

With that, she left the battered brunette to cry alone.

Back in reality, Tara wiped away the tears. Oh God, she didn't know. If she did, she would have never said all those things; she would have never hurt Bonnie. But the damage had already been done.

Not long after that incident, three months to be exact, she got another call from Kim. What the red-head said next completely tore Tara apart, causing her to break down and sob profusely at work.

Ron had tried to commit suicide, but he hadn't been the only one.

Bonnie had tried to kill herself too. In fact, it had been a joint suicide attempt from both parties. They had tried to commit suicide together.

It was only on a whim that Kim had found them, asking Wade on Ron's progress. The two were still not friends but Kim couldn't find it in herself to leave Ron unchecked anymore, even if he didn't know about it. Wade had instantly shown worry when his tracker detected an overdose of an unkown substance in Ron's system, deducing it to be drugs of some sort. Putting two and two together wasn't hard for Wade, but it was a foreboding revelation for Kim.

She had raced to Ron's location, only to witness the horror that awaited any poor soul that stumbled into Ron's apartment. Two bodies: mouths bleeding, eyes vacant and glazed. Kim didn't scream, only acted. No, the screams of hurt and horror would be for later.

The ambulance couldn't be fast enough. Bonnie and Ron were soon admitted to their own rooms in Upperton Hospital, that is after the doctors barely got them back to life.

From then on, Kim allowed herself to completely break down; sobbing, screaming, wailing, desperately calling Ron's name as means to bring him back to her. All the hurt she felt. All the anger she felt. Everything.

She blamed herself.

Ron's parents were the first people - aside from Kim - on the scene. The horror stricken faces that greeted Tara's eyes would forever haunt her. Hana had only shown confusion, tapping her prone brother and telling him to wake up so they could play.

Mr. Stoppable had been so furious, constantly asking how this could possibly happen. Ron seemed cheerful just a week prior, he continued - only to be cut short with the sudden arrival of the Rockwallers.

It didn't take long for fingers to be pointed for blame, nearly resulting in both fathers of the children tearing the other's head off - Mr. Rockwaller more so than Mr. Stoppable.

Explanations for the incident were scarce. No one knew why this happened, or what the catalyst to the event was. All they knew was that their children tried to end their lives.

Which meant they likely thought that they didn't have a reason to live.

Tara had sat on a chair and stared blankly at a wall for God knew how long, listening briskly as Kim worked in overdrive - having Wade do research for anything that could explain her now best friend's behaviour, and Wade reluctantly provided results.

All the parents were situated on seats as Kim stood in front of a room they all occupied. Hell, even her parents were there, reminding her that they thought of Ron as family too. It broke her heart to see them so worried.

She looked at the communicator and then at all the adults. She swallowed hard and tried to calm herself. She must have looked quite awful with how sympathetic her parents seemed towards her. She felt like a walking corpse. Her movements were heavy and she felt a constant pain in her chest. She knew her hair was anything but presentable, her eyes were puffy and her face was flushed, but she didn't care about her disheveled form. She didn't know what she was about to be made aware off, but she knew it wasn't going to be pretty.

"O-Okay," she started, quietly, her voice laced - wavering - with guilt and shame. "Wade has...g-gotten the results and I'll allow him to tell us his findings. T-Take it away, Wade."

"... Are you sure you want to hear what I'm about to say?" Wade asked cautiously. "It's not good."

"Please," Mrs. Rockwaller rasped through tears as she held her husband's arm. "My baby nearly died. Please, we have to know."

Wade sighed. "I'm sorry about this then. I've gone through almost all possible records in Upperton that concerned Ron and Bonnie respectively..." Wade really seemed troubled, as if what he was about to reveal would shatter the families.

"And?!" Mr. Rockwaller impatiently prompted, earning disapproving frowns from the rest of the families.

"... Using these findings as conclusive evidence, it's certain that Ron's an alcoholic and dealt with drugs," he put his hand up to dissuade any protests; "I have video recordings of every alcoholic purchase and every drug dealing activity. Once the doctor's analyse his blood, I can assure you that you won't like the results."

"But why would he be involved in all that?!" Mr. Stoppable quarrelled. "That's not how our Ron would act!"

"It's pretty clear that Ron's changed," Wade cut in bluntly. "He isn't the same goofy, cheerful, guy that we knew in high school."

Kim cringed on the spot, evidently knowing the reason to Ron's attitude.

"We tried to be there for him all the time!" Mrs. Stoppable said. "He always told us that he had it covered! Even after we found out that he didn't get enough money and -" she turned a furious glare to the Rockwallers - "raped by your daughter!"

"How dare you!" Mr. Rockwaller bellowed. "If anything, your impudent child had his way with my daughter!"

"Enough!" Dr. Possible shouted. Casting a glance to the communicator, she coaxed. "Please continue, Wade."

"... Right, it's my understanding that Ron didn't want to worry you with his problems. If I was in his shoes, I'd never let my parents know of the person I'd become. Even if he got messed up, he still thought of you guys. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but it's safe to say that when Ron comes out of this, he will need therapy and your indefinite support."

"What about my daughter!" Mr. Rockwaller demanded.

"Your daughter," Wade reproachfully began, "is definitely a special case. No different from Ron though."

"Listen here, boy-"

"Let him continue!" Mrs. Rockwaller scolded her husband.

Wade gave thanks. "From these records, it seems that you disowned Bonnie from any money."

"How did you-"

"She is a grown up now. She needs to earn her own pay. That's how I got things done when I was her age and it's no different with her."

"I understand that she hasn't had any financial support all year."

"Affirmative."

"Okay. I understand that you don't see her much."

"We're often busy," Mrs. Rockwaller blurted out, the implication that she was a neglectful mother sending her on edge.

"How often did you see her this year?" Wade questioned.

"What does that have to do with what's happened to her?!" Mr. Rockwaller demanded.

"... We haven't seen her all year," Mrs. Rockwaller murmured softly, much to her horror.

"Not like it matters. Bon-Bon didn't deserve much time," Connie said arrogantly.

"Yep," Lonnie chirped.

Mrs. Rockwaller looked to reprimand her daughters, but her actions were cut short.

Wade nodded. "Did you know that she's a prostitute?"

"What?! When?!"

"She started at the beginning of the year. My guess is that she couldn't find a job and had no other option."

That made everyone freeze in shock. Tara's mouth was dry and she struggled to breath. What?

"You dare spew this rubbish?!"

"They're facts, Mr. Rockwaller. If you want, I can tell you the rest."

"Stupid boy-"

"Please..." Mrs. Rockwaller chocked, still reeling from the shock.

"Before all this, how often are in contact with her?"

"... We haven't talked to her ever since the year began."

The answer shocked and disgusted both the Stoppable and Possible family. What kind of parent didn't keep in touch with their own child?!

"This is tedious!" Mr. Rockwaller huffed irritably, whether he was more angry at Wade or himself, no one could discern.

Wade didn't waver. "Bonnie was also involved with drugs. I don't know the whole story of what happened, but I'm pretty sure Ron ran into her when he also had financial problems."

Mrs. Stoppable struggled not to faint. It was one thing to find out that her child was involved in criminal activity but to actually think his life was that miserable that he thought ending it would make everything all better. She couldn't help herself; she cried, with Mrs. Rockwaller and Dr. Possible joining her. For the first time in their lives, Connie and Lonnie looked absolutely torn.

Wade's face was grim. "The only people that can tell you the whole story are unconscious. I'm sorry, guys. This isn't easy for anyone."

Silence followed.

Tara jerked back to reality from the flashback. It seemed like yesterday, but it had only been a month ago and neither Ron or Bonnie looked to be getting better. They were both still in comas.

"Hey, you're still here?" Connie said softly while gently opening the door.

"Yeah," Tara said tiredly, rubbing her eyes to remain focused and wipe away the burning tears.

"You should take breaks, Tara. Bon-Bon isn't going anywhere.

Tara smiled at her, but it didn't reach her eyes. The blonde suddenly noticed Connie's worried stare, casted upon her little sister.

"Grab a seat. Bon-Bon isn't going anywhere," Tara repeated cheekily.

Connie smirked at her and did just that. It was a bit awkward as the room remain silent. Throughout the month, Tara had the opportunity to get to know Bonnie's family. At first, she hated every single one of them.

Her parents showed every sign of being neglectful. Her sisters were snarky and belittled anyone they wished, often Bonnie herself. That all happened during Wades devastating analysis. Tara didn't let Wade finish, leaving in unrestrained rage. She was angry at them. If what little Bonnie had told her was true, then her sisters - who Bonnie secretly admired - treated her like dirt and her parents couldn't be bothered.

She hated them all, but most importantly...

Tara hated herself.

In the back of her head, she knew that Bonnie needed her much more than she let on. The brunette basically had no one else to turn to for comfort and support. Tara was her last chance at normality.

And Tara disowned her like filth.

She didn't know, she would defend, but it was hollow, for she should have made the effort to know. She was supposed to be Bonnie's best friend. Bonnie gave her heart to her and trusted her not to break it.

But Tara did break it, and it seemed that was all the motivation Bonnie needed to end her life. She didn't know much about Ron's story, but Tara felt like she ran into conclusions too quickly, and that might have cost her Bonnie. Her eyes burned all day at the thought.

But the next day - when she went to visit Bonnie - tunes were changed. The Rockwaller family looked so guilty of a crime that Tara was surprised. She didn't trust them however, so she settled for just seeing Bonnie.

But over the next few weeks. She could see a change. Each member trying to make it up as little as they could. Tara was surprised most with Mrs. Rockwaller and Connie, who seemed to be taking it the hardest.

"Mom will be here soon. I swear, she's gonna stress herself out with how much she worries," Connie muttered.

"She's just being a mother," Tara murmured in return.

"Does that mean you're just being a mother too? You're just like her, visiting Bonnie everyday and crying... I hate seeing mom cry."

Tara didn't respond. It was pointless. They all knew what the situation was.

"... I didn't know her that well, you know?"

Tara looked at Connie. Said girl gazed at her sister remorsefully. She gently tried to connect her hand with Bonnie's, but flinched at the last second.

"I'd always say that I've got the brains, but look at me. I didn't even see this coming. I know I teased her, b-but I w-would have never -" Connie sniffed, too distraught to continue.

Tara nodded sadly. She knew how Connie felt. It wasn't easy seeing someone you cared about in such a condition.

"I'm supposed to be her big sister," Connie continued softly, her self-loathing prominent. "I'm supposed to be there for her. But all this time, I just thought she was a nuisance. There were always those days when I didn't care what she was up to. It had always been me and Lonnie until Bonnie was born. We had each other - beauty and brains - and little Bon-Bon was always the one that "got the rest". We never did anything with her, aside from teasing her senselessly about her bad taste in fashion and men... Oh Bonnie, I'm sorry! I love you! I didn't know!" Connie sobbed, burying her face next to her sister's body. She cried hard, her body shaking in waves.

Tara was used to these moments with Connie, offering a comforting hand on the woman's back. She may have acted indifferent, but in the end, she was just like anyone else.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" Connie wailed into the sheets, her cries only partially muffled.

Tara's tears fell as well. Everyone was broken and trying to find their way through this. She just hoped, no, she prayed that when Bonnie woke up, she would accept her heartfelt apologies and forgive her. Tara couldn't imagine Bonnie hating her guts, it would be too much for the blonde, even if she did deserve it.

'I'm sorry for everything. Please forgive me, Bonnie.'

She briefly wondered how Kim was doing. If anything, the red-head must have still been a mess ever since last month.


AN: Please, people, suicide is serious and shouldn't be taken lightly. I lost a good friend of mine that way and I can tell you that nobody close to her will ever be the same again. Don't do it. It will only make the people that love you suffer.

R&R.