A/N: A short story about Beth and Andrea, concerning Beth's suicide attempt. I wish the show woulda had more on this, but alas it did not. So, here ya go. Reviews are valued.

The girl wouldn't even look at her. She didn't seem to look at anyone, let alone talk to them. Who could blame her though? Days earlier, she had seen her undead mother and brother waltz out of a barn. Even worse, when she had rushed to her mothers side, the zombie attacked her, hungry for flesh. As she was pulled away, she saw people re-kill her mother. Her own flesh and blood. The woman who brought her into this world, raised her, loved her, and almost brought her out of the world. The blank look on her face showed no emotion, her tangled blonde locks showed no care, her pale blue eyes showed no happiness. And not for the first occasion in her life, Andrea could relate. While the two were physically and mentally alike, Andrea knew they were nothing alike in the ways of emotions. While Andrea pushed everyone away and didn't want help, Beth's eyes seemed to beg her help and advice. So that's exactly what Andrea gave her.

"Lori wanted me to bring you this." Andrea said, handing the younger blonde a glass of water. Beth's emotional face lifted as did her hand to take the glass. She raised it to her lips, but Andrea stopped her. "Put the glass in front of you face." She commanded. Beth silently obeyed. "Looks a heck of a lot different with a new point of view, now doesn't it?" Andrea questioned. The crystal clear glass and misty exterior made the water look mystic, causing Beth to stare longer than she should have. "Look. When my sister died, I was destroyed. When she came back I was devastated. At the CDC, I wanted to end it, kill myself. I almost did. But Dale sat with me, wouldn't live. Told me 'if you stay here, I'm saying with you. And it'll be my blood on your hands.' And you know what? I couldn't have that. I got up and I decided to live." Andrea said, a fire in her eyes. Beth simply nodded, still silent.

"Look. The pain doesn't go away, you just have to make room for it." Andrea stated. "It's your choice. I know exactly what's running through your head. You want to be dead. You want it to be all over. But here's the thing. Do you really want it to be over?" Andrea emphasized the word 'over'. "Lori's gonna tell you that you'll get married. Have a baby. Heck, maybe even twins! But you won't. I know that. I won't. You won't. None of us will. But it's up to you to fight for yourself, or quit for yourself. It's all up to you." Andrea gave a weak smile. "I don't know what I'm gonna do." Beth whimpered. "I can't tell you what to do. No one can." Andrea sympathized. Andrea took Beth's hand and put it over the young girls heart. "Feel that. It's your heart. It's alive, it's pumping blood." Andrea stated before leaving.

Hours later, Beth sat in the bathroom. She thought of Andrea. She heard her sister pound on the door, her father break it down. She saw her wrists being stitched, the shock in everyone's eyes. And when Andrea heard the news, she could only say one thing. "She wants to live."