A couple quick things. 1) This story is based around self harm and suicide. (What can I say, I have issues and I find writing these to be therapeutic) To anyone uncomfortable with that topic, you've been warned. 2) This will be a multi chap fic, how long I don't yet know. However updates will probably be inconsistent given my work schedule for the next month. I apologize in advance. And 3) Anytime you see 'Italic text like this' please note it is a characters inner thoughts and are not being spoken aloud. Holy shit this note is way to long.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Pitch Perfect.

Chloe's heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted, her legs carrying her as fast as they could across the nearly empty campus. And yet it wasn't fast enough, every second feeling like minutes flying by. She rounded the corner of a building and was almost blinded the orange glow of the setting sun. Under different circumstances she would have stopped to admire such a beautiful sunset. But there was no time today, not for the sunset, not for the guy she barely avoided bulldozing in to, yelling at her to watch out. She could only focus on her destination and her urgent need to get there. All the while hoping, praying there was still time. 'Please, please don't let it be to late.' She thought as she wiped away the tears pricking at her eyes and willed her body to move faster.

Months earlier.

Beca removed her headphones as she stepped out of the cab and began gathering her bags from the trunk. After being talked at very quickly by a blonde girl who then gave her a whistle and having an air guitar solo performed for by a rather puppyish looking fellow from the back of a car, and finally an awkward introduction to her roommate, She set up her equipment, more than ready to drown out the world and start working on her music. If only she were that lucky.

She barley had time to acknowledge the knock at her door before her father entered the room. "Jeez dad, yeah come on in."

He looked at her slightly annoyed "I knocked didn't?"

"Yeah, but maybe next time wait for an answer? What if me or Kimmy Jin had been changing or something?"

He looked over at her roommate, who was barely acknowledging his presence. "Okay, you're right. I apologize, Kimmy." Beca sighed slightly and rolled her eyes, Annoyed her fathers apology apparently only extended to her roommate. 'Why would I expect anything else'

Kimmy Jin spoke. "Right, I'm going to the activities fair. Bye." Beca jumped at the opportunity to get away from her dad.

"Yeah me too! I'm going the activities fair with my super good friend Kimmy Jin." She tried to slip out the door unsuccessfully as her father grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"Not so fast Beca, we need to talk." Beca let out a loud sigh as she walked back into the room and took a seat on her bed.

"What's up Dad?"

"I just want to make sure we're on the same page here alright? This is a big opportunity, not many people get to go to college for free."

"I know dad. I appreciate it, I really do. But I don't need to be here, I should be in LA, getting my career started, making a name for myself."

"Oh for the love of god, Beca. We've been over this. DJing is a hobby, not a career."

"Well then I guess it's a good thing I'm going to be a music producer. I'm so tired of explaining this to you."

"It might as well be the same thing. Do you know how unlikely that is? Look if you really want to go I'll help you, but you have to stick out here at least a year."

"Oh my god, dad." She responded ready for this to turn into a another argument before realizing fully what he'd said. "Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah. But you have to take it seriously. I mean good grades, getting involved out there. I know your grandparents let you get away with it when you lived with them, but you can't just sit in here playing with all that." He said, waving his hand in the direction of her desk with all her mixing equipment. "Besides, It'll be worth it if only to see you stop with all that dramatic moping you seem so keen on doing."

"Dad..." 'Don't, Mitchell. Don't give him a reason to back out of the deal' He raised his eye brows expectantly "Um, yeah, thanks, I mean thank you. I'll try."

"Good" He said clapping his hands together. "Well then I'll let you get on your way to the fair." He made his way to the door before turning "Oh, also Sheila and I will be expecting you at the house for dinner tonight. It'll be nice to catch up."

The door closed behind him and she let a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She didn't understand why it still upset her that he never had faith in her, or even took her issues seriously. But she figured it doesn't matter. As long as she can keep it together for one more year. She felt an all to familiar urge start to rise. She clenched her fist and took a couple deep breaths, doing her best to ignore the urge best she could. "Lets go pick a stupid club to join then" she mumbled as she left her room.

Beca walked through fair checking out the various clubs available. She was disappointed that the DJ club was only for deaf jews but at least she met an interesting person who introduced herself as Fat Amy oddly enough. She found a position at the campus radio station to sign up for, other than that she walked aimlessly around until she saw something. Someone rather. A redhead, wearing a blue dress that matched her incredibly blue eyes. She didn't realize she was blatantly staring at at the girl, mouth slightly agape, until she noticed the redhead talking to her. "Oh, I'm sorry, what?"

The girl giggled slightly "I asked if you were looking for a club to join?"

"Oh, yeah. I am."

"Good! I'm Chloe and this Aubrey" It was only then that Beca noticed the blonde girl standing next to the redhead, already glaring at her as if she had pissed in her cereal. "And we're the co-captains of the Barden Bellas. An all female acapella group."

Oh right, acapella, the thing where you make your own music, that's a thing now isn't it? And I'm Beca by the way."

"Nice to meet you Beca" the redhead said offering her hand. Beca took her hand, perhaps a little to eagerly 'please don't let my hand be sweaty ' The redhead carried on. "That's right! We do it all with our mouths!" Beca cringed slightly, not sure if the emphasis on mouths was intentional or not. "Last year we made it all the way to finals and it's our dream to make it back there again and win. Help us make our dream a reality?" She finished, handing Beca a flyer.

The look on her face almost made Beca ready to say yes, if only for the chance be around Chloe and get to know her. She looked into the older girls eyes and somehow felt an immediate connection. Something about this girl made her feel safe, like it would all be okay. It was almost enough. Almost. 'There's no way a girl like this would ever go for me. She's probably straight anyway' "Sorry, but I don't even sing. I wouldn't be any help to you." She finally answered. For a second she swore the redhead look disappointed, but decided she must have imagined it.

"Well okay then. Maybe I'll see you around."

"Yeah, maybe." As Beca walked away Aubrey turned to Chloe, looking at her with a "Really?" expression.

"What? She was really cute. There's something about her..." Aubrey shook her head "And it's not like we have a ton options right now either."

"You're right we don't. But we still have an image to maintain. And it's not that... alternative." Chloe ignored the remark, returning to scanning the crowd for anymore potential Bellas

Beca raised her hand to knock on the door of her fathers home, her anxiety already rising slightly. She knocked three times before she talked herself into leaving and dealing with her fathers anger later. The door opened revealing her step mother.

"Hey, Shelia."

"Hello, Beca. Your father is just finishing setting the table. Come in." Beca couldn't help but notice how rehearsed that sounded. She also couldn't be surprised by that. She had never gotten along with her step monster.

She walked into the dinning room "Hey dad."

"Beca, you're here, good. Take a seat, food will be out shortly." She took a seat, tapping her fingers nervously while she waited. Before long her father and step mother came out and they all began eating. Several minutes of awkward silence went by before her father broke it. "So Beca, did you find any clubs to join?"

"Well um, I signed up for a spot at the radio station."

"Really? The station with those two weirdos that work there? Please don't tell me that's all you found."

"Well it'll be three weirdos now." Looking at his clearly unamused expression she continued "It's a paid spot. I get to work with music and make money. It's a win win. I didn't get to see everything today, I'll look again tomorrow. The fair's on for a couple days right?"

"It is and you will." After another few tense minutes it was Sheila who broke the silence. Attempting to change subjects.

"So earlier today I saw a couple. Two guys. Just holding hands and kissing like it was nothing. I can't believe we live in a time where something so unnatural is so openly displayed."

"You're right." He chimed in. "It's disgusting. They'll get theirs though. It's only a matter of time. Beca, what do you think about all that LGB whatever nonsense?"

'You mean aside from the fact that I'm gay? So gay in fact that I was dumbstruck by a gorgeous redhead today?' "Well I don't know. I mean they're not hurting anyone. If they love each other and are happy who cares? Doesn't everyone deserve some happiness?"

"God cares. That's who. And they hurting themselves. It may not be until they're judged by god but they are. They'll burn in hell for it. I should have expected this, leaving you up north. We'll teach you right from wrong. I'll lend you my bible."

Beca again bit her tongue again, not wanting to upset her dad and risk losing her chance to leave for LA after this year. "Okay."

"So," he continued on "What were you doing back in Maine?"

"Um, not much. Grandma and Grandpa didn't get out much so I didn't either."

"You didn't have any friends to go out with?" Sheila asked.

Beca took a sip of water, the temperature in the room seemingly skyrocketing. "Not really. No."

Her father jumped in. "Let me guess, you were to busy locking yourself away instead of living life and making friends?"

"Well dad you know after mom... my anxiety and-" Her father made no attempt to hide his disbelief "It all got worse after that, it was all pretty hard on me. I was sad. Still am."

"Beca grow up. Your mother died three years ago. I know it was hard but you need to get over it already."

"It's called depression dad. It's a mental illness, it doesn't go away so easily! You don't just get over it!" She replied, raising her voice.

He raised his voice, overpowering hers. "Bullshit, Beca! That's just an excuse for being an over dramatic brat! A reason for you to avoid facing the real world like an adult! It's time for you to grow up! Your mother would be so disappointed if she could see you now. "

Beca sat there for a moment in shocked silence before rising to her feet. "I have an early class tomorrow." She left without waiting for a response. She wiped furiously at her eyes, trying to hold back the tears until she could get back to her room.

When she finally reached it she barged into her room slamming the door behind her. She took a look around and was thankful to find Kimmy Jin was not there. She paced the room, pulling at her hair, screaming into her pillow. She felt the need to hurt herself, to feel pain, to feel anything other than this. She pulled down her pants to her knees and took a seat on the bed. She briefly examined her leg, she could still sorta see the bruise from the last time.

She took a deep breath, raised her fist and slammed into her thigh. She punched her leg again, and again, and again, over and over until she couldn't stand the pain anymore. She looked at her leg, a big, deep bruise was already forming. After long moment she removed her jeans the rest of the way and slipped on some sweat pants, she laid down and cried into her pillow. Cried until her eyes were heavy and sleep finally took her.

I know the set up was only slightly different from the actual movie but it seemed the best way to set up the rest of the story. Sorry if it was cumbersome to read.