Watch out: I used the word "Fuck" alot in this chapter. It's my favorite word so it comes natural in my writing.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot.

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Catherine walks in my apartment after banging on the door for about two minutes. Too bad I'm dead already. She screams at the sight of my brains, skull, and what used to be my face splattered all over the walls of my small apartment. Any movie or TV show that depicts someone shooting themselves, and it just have a bullet hole through the skull , is cleaning that shit up. In reality the face is pretty much gone. I'm surprised she can tell it's me.

Now she's calling 911, frantically explaining how I killed myself. You'd think she'd be more calm: she sees this shit everyday! She's calling the team, tears rolling down her face. Weeping into her phone, it's not long before they get here, surprisingly before the paramedics.

That's how it all went down...No just kidding.

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Catherine pauses as she looks down at the bottle of Jack in her hand, with a pink bow tied around it. "I hope this is what she likes" she mumbles to her self as she starts to climb up the stairs. "You'd think there would be an elevator." she complained as her thighs started to ache. As she neared Sara's floor she heard the muffled sound of "Ask the angels" playing. She cocked an eye brow 'Haven't heard that in 30 years.' she thought as she vaguely hummed the words.

Her feet quickly brought her to Sara's door. "Oh, the music's coming from here?" she thought it strange that Sara would be playing loud music this late. "Hope she's not already drunk" Catherine laughed to herself as she knocked on the door. A muffled "God damn it" was heard, and then a distinct sound of a gun being loaded. "Sara!" Catherine called. Nothing..."SARA!" she rose her voice and began pounding. A million things popped into Catherine's brain: Was she being attacked, rapped, robbed? Catherine's worrying got the best of her, and before she could rationalize with herself she had already kicked the door open.

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"God damn it!" I say out loud after a knocking comes to the door. I quickly bring the gun to my head and pull the trigger. However it seems as though in my suicidal state I forgot it needed to be loaded. I run into my bed room and grab the casing and slide it in with a loud 'click.' Shit I hope whoever's at the door doesn't know anything about guns and the sounds they make. "Sara" oh fuck it's Catherine! I pull the trigger frantically three times. "SARA!" She shouts. God damn it! I forgot to take the safety off!

Before I can take it off safety, Catherine comes busting in. The gun is still in my hand, against my head. That second seemed to last forever. The shock in her eyes, she was running towards me. I take it off safety, but before I can get it back to my head she hits me like a line back at the super bowl. We both go flying, as well as the gun. "Get the fuck off me!" I scream at her, but she's too strong. What the fuck does she do, double as a body builder?

I'm pinned under her, trying desperately to grab the gun. But I can't move. I know if I live they'll send me to a phsyc ward, again. I can't stand it there. I'm struggling against her, but she some how manages to get me in hand cuffs. Again: What the fuck? Why does she carry her cuffs with her? It doesn't matter anymore, and I go limp. Giving up on fighting like I have on life.

With tears filling Catherine's turquoise eyes she looks down into my brown eyes. "Why?" she whispers. I can't look at her. "Why not?" I ask. She pulls me up off the floor, and pulls me into an embrace, I'd push her away if my hands weren't behind my back.

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Some how I get the feeling that if I hadn't cuffed her, Sara would be pushing me away right now. I can't believe it, why would she want to die? I look at her with so many feeling towards her: pity, anger, love, hate. They're all there. I already know what I have to do. "Sit down" I tell her. Anger flashes in her eyes, and she opens her mouth to protest, but then she gives up before she even started and sat on the edge of her bed.

All she's wearing is boxers and a tank top. I think I'll give her some different clothes before we leave. At least I can do that much. I start to fish through her drawers, and she just watches. I don't know why, but I'm so angry right now, and in my anger I turn and throw the pair of jeans I picked out at her. "Put those on!" I snap at her. I think I really made her mad because she's clenching her jaw and glaring. "I would if you haven't had cuffed me!" she just as angrily snaps back.

I roll my eyes, and grab the jeans, pulling them up her long legs. This is all happening so fast. One minute I'm bringing her a birthday gift the next I'm forcing her into clothes so I can take her to the phsyc ward. The only way I can the time is because the same song is playing.

I pull her up and begin to lead her to the door. "Where are we going?" she asks, her voice is small, and defeated. "I'm getting you help: I'm checking you into a ward" oh shit I guess that's the wrong thing to say because she just ripped her arm out of my hand. "I'll kill both of us before I go back there!" she sternly says, her eyes full of hate. Wait, she said 'Back there' meaning she's been to one before.

I roll my eyes and scoff "You don't have the heart to hurt anyone but yourself."

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I don't know what to do anymore. I can't elbow her in the face and hope I knock her out, and I certainly can't refuse to to go: she's already proved she can over power me. I fucking hate her right now. I hate myself. How hard is it to pull a trigger?

I follow her. That's right, to her car in silence. I'm not even putting up a fight, I disgust myself. I'm sure she feels the same way about me. What was she doing at my apartment anyway?

"What were you doing at my apartment?" I voice my thoughts. She was quiet for a second, watching the road as she made a turn. "I figured that you wouldn't want to be alone on you birthday" she sounds like she's going to cry...Again. Shit, it was my suicide and I didn't even cry. "Apparently I did." I mumble, glancing out the window as we neared the 'Happy Hotel.' "Are you mad that I saved your life!" she snapped. I roll my eyes at her ego. "Pffft. 'Saved my life'?" I laughed bitterly. "What do you want, a fucking parade?" to this she said nothing.

She stopped the car, and got out. She searched her purse for something for a second, and pulled out a key. A hand cuff key to be specific. "I'm un cuffing you, but don't you dare cause a scene. I'm not above hitting you." she informed me in a serious tone. I nod, and she uncuffs me. I walk about five feet with her and sigh.

I'm not going to go back there. She can over power me, but there's not a snow ball's chance in hell she can out run me. I take off faster than I've ever before, leaving Catherine behind me, but not for long.

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Sara nimbly slid through openings between cars in the parking lot, dodging car mirrors, and trying to find a way to loose Catherine. Mean while Catherine was thankful she had worn her tennis shoes, and was choosing a faster way over the cars: She'd gotten onto one hood, and was gracefully leaping from one to the next.

Sara ducked under some bushes and didn't hesitate when she neared a tall fence with barbed wire. With an impressive leap she jumped onto the fence, grabbing the wire to keep from falling. "FUCK!" she yelped as it dug into her hands. Despite the pain she pulled herself up, and over the fence. She could hear the labored breathing of Catherine nearing her. "You'll never jump that fence" she taunted as she began to walk.

Catherine just stared at the fence, and her friend walking away. "God damn it Sara!" She called out as she fell to her knees in anguish. Suddenly a shadow crept up on Catherine, she turned to see a tall man behind her.

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Dun dun duuuuun! Cliff hanger!

Anyway I put alot more humor into this than I thought. It's sarcastic and dark humor, but humor none the less. I can't wait for your reviews.