Hi all! Sorry for the delay in writing but I got sick over the weekend and pretty much felt like poo! Anyway i wrote this one just now, being home sick from school yay! LOL Sorry if it's a little dark, but that's where I'm headed with the story, well at least for now. Things will get better for Chair. I'll be writing for my One Dreams of Revenge story as soon as this one is posted and so it should be up soon! Anyway enjoy and R&R if you like. Thanks for all the support.

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There was an icy air pricking at her skin. Her eyes were heavy. She couldn't seem to open them no matter how hard she tried. Her body ached and protested with every move she attempted to make.

Where am I? Why can't I open my eyes? Why am I in so much pain?

The pressure inside of her ears finally began to subside and she heard the distant sound of a beeping and the mumbling of voices. She felt it then. It was a soft, warm heat that touched her hand. She welcomed the touch, the contact with another human being. She was starting to get scared. Who was this person that was touching her? Why couldn't she move?

She heard them then. The voices became clearer until she was able to make out what they were saying.

"She should respond soon. There weren't any serious damages done. She's suffered a few head contusions and a concussion. Don't worry Mr. Bass, she'll wake up soon."

Bass? Chuck was here. Her heart filled with an unexpected warmth. Why was Chuck here? She thought he hated her. After the night of the blackout, they'd hardly spoken. It was part of the reason why she'd become so depressed with what was going on in her life. No friends (after Serena the Bitch came back to reign), no family (not that was a new development), no Lord, no Chuck, no nothing. She felt so empty, and so she'd taken to the drink.

For the past week, all she could remember was drinking. She drank morning, noon and night. She drank at Chuck Bass proportions. It actually made her smile thinking that. She'd lose consciousness, awaken, make herself sick in her ol' faithful porcelain confidant, and then resumed drinking. Dorota was worried. Heck even she was worried. But she couldn't stop.

She could remember the accident clearly. She was home alone. Her room was dark, her shades drawn. She felt immensely alone. There was no sound in her house, no sound from the streets. All she heard was the sound of her shallow breathing. The darkness was engulfing. It was threatening to take her in. She knelt near her bed, feeling around underneath it to find a pair of shoes. She needed to go downstairs for a new bottle of vodka. She felt it then.

It was her own personal treasure chest. Long ago it was filled with pictures, presents, cards, emails, everything that ever was exchanged between her and Nate. She would spend hours almost daily going inside of her box and relishing in the feeling that she was loved and in love with such an amazing guy. Nowadays the box was lighter. Emptier.

She'd turned on her side-table lamp and plopped it on top of her bed. The box was barely filled. But inside were the most priceless mementos she had. And she saw it then. It was a picture taken a few months back. It was a few days after Lily and Bart's wedding. She was sitting on Chuck's lap riding the Statue of Liberty Ferry. Lady Liberty was in the background. And she could see Chuck smiling. He was actually smiling. Smiling because he was with her. Smiling because they were together. She remembered the day like it was yesterday.

They had taken a trip around Manhattan, deciding to go sightseeing like actual tourists just before their trip to Tuscany that never came to fruition. They'd visited the Empire State Building, they'd visited the spot where the Twin Towers had once stood. They'd gone to Central Park and Top of the Rock. Then after a long day, they'd headed to Liberty Island. The picture was beautiful. The lights of the city where all around, and they looked so happy together.

Something hit her then as she gazed through the other pictures in the box. They were all with her and Chuck. She had others with Serena and Nate in the pictures as well, but for the most part they were just her and him. And those pictures where they were together, they both looked happier than they'd ever been before.

She loved him. It shook her to the core. She was in love with Chuck Bass. She couldn't deny it any longer. She loved him and she needed him and she wanted him. But he didn't want her. Maybe he wanted to have her body, but he didn't want her anymore than that.

It made her sick. She closed the box harshly and reached for a pair of shoes. Hastily strapping them together she ran out of her bedroom and headed to the elevator. She felt the tears on her cheeks as the elevator descended to the ground level. She didn't bother wiping them away. She didn't care if anyone saw her in a state of disarray. She didn't care about anyone. Well just one person.

But he didn't care about her.

He didn't love her.

Blair rushed out of the elevator past the many people at the reception desk. She hurried outside and stepped into the car her mother owned that was parked around the corner of her building. She sped away, swerving around Manhattan traffic. She cried and cried, the tears obscuring her vision. She knew she was being reckless, she knew deep down what would happen. But she didn't care. She just wanted to run away from all the pain.

And then it'd happened.

She remembered the impact, the sound of crashing metal, the smell of fire and gas. She felt pain. But it was a sweeter pain. It was a pain that made her forget of the pain she felt inside. And then the darkness engulfed her.