Author's Note: I APOLOGIZE FOR GOING ON HIATUS! I really am sorry. Work, family thing and more work happened. I'll try my best this year. How's your 2016 going so far? Reviews are welcome! :] / Twitter: ScribeVia411

I knew Stella was weird but I didn't think that she would be this weird. She was being checked by Dr. Maxwell, the only available doctor who also happens to be Stella's uncle. At least, she has family here that can look after her. My questions needed answers though and with each passing minute, I feel myself becoming easy. Maybe it's because I haven't eaten yet but I think it's because of what happened. Hunger and paranoia are never a good mix, my questions about Stella became ludicrous as I waited for news and for Wesley to arrive. Why did she cut herself? Why is she the way she is? Did I do something wrong? Was she really a killer? What did she do in her high school? Did she kill someone there? Is she looking for a next victim? Like maybe me? Why was she looking at Wesley like he was a piece of meat? That's probably the least of my worries but still, you can't blame me.

"Bianca!" Wesley called out, his voice was shakey, probably not the best way to text your boyfriend 'Wesley, I'm at the Hospital Center, I need clothes, hurry.' I could have cleared that up better but my mind was frazzled at that time, "baby, are you okay? Who did this to you? Where are you hurt?" he cupped my face and showered me with kisses from my forehead down to my chin, "I love you," he was kneeling in front of me with eyes rimmed with tears.

"Don't cry," wow, good reply Bianaca, your boyfriend is worried to tears about you and you say, don't cry? Good one, "I'm sorry I worried you, I'm okay," I wiped the tears from his eyes and kissed him deeply, his worry was something that I haven't seen before, not like this, "I'm okay, I promise," I took his hand and lead him to the seat next to me, he pulled me close to him. I was grateful that he was here with me, "it's Stella, she cut herself. I just came out of the shower and she was on the floor with her wrist cut. I dialled 911 immediately."

"You're amazing," he kissed the top of my head, "you saved her life. I'm glad you're okay. The horrible things running through my mind as I ran here, they kept getting worse, all I wanted was to see you right then and there."

"You ran?" Probably why he looked exhausted.

"Yeah. I ran about ten blocks, damn traffic is a nightmare. I wanted to get to you and if I had to run ten blocks or ten miles of how far the distance was, I would. Oh," he handed me a brown paper bag, "chocolate lava cake with chocolate sprinkles and extra chocolate syrup. They say this is one of the best foods you can get in NYC, it's my sorry-I-bailed-on-you gift. The caramel was not so bad either."

"I should have said chocolate and caramel."

He grinned, then proceeded to hand me my tote bag, "here, as much as I love seeing you in just a bathrobe being all adorable, I think you need to change."

"Haha! Thanks, I'll be back in a sec," I proceeded to the nearest bathroom.

"Call if you need help!" He winked.

A few minutes passed and I fell asleep on Wesley's shoulder, I was woken up by Dr. Maxwell telling us that we could go home but Stella needed to stay for observation. Honestly, I don't want to go home to a dorm room with a pool of blood but also, I wanted to know more about Stella. Say what you will about me being nosy and minding my own business but I would really like to know who I am living with for a year. I couldn't help it.

"How is she?" I meant physically, mentally and emotionally.

"She's asleep. She'll be okay," I could tell Dr. Maxwell didn't want to talk about his niece but I had to push.

"How is she, really?"

"She's...unstable. I think from what you just witnessed. Stella's been through some difficult times in her life. Her depression has been rough this past year but she has been getting help. She'll be fine."

Depression. That's what she has. I suddenly felt the urge to give Stella a hug and tell her that I was there to help her. Not long ago, I felt hopeless and useless with the whole DUFF situation but never to the point of ending my life. I wanted to help Stella, I wanted to tell her that even though things may seem bleak, she has someone to help her out, like what Jessica and Casey was for me. My paranoid feeling towards Stella disappeared and it was replaced with sympathy and worry. I genuinely wanted to help her.

"What happened to her before?"

"Look, it's not my place to tell you..."

"I want to help her. I mean, at first I was weirded out by her, she was so quiet and sometimes aloof but now that this happened, I want to help her," I was set in doing this, "Dr. Maxwell, college is scary and confusing and it's only the beginning of the year but I know I'll make it through because of the people that are there for me. Stella, she seems like she needs people to be there for her too. I'd really like to help her."

Dr. Maxwell sat on the chair that I was previously on, he let out a sigh. I didn't notice it before but the bags under his eyes really made him look a bit like a zombie. He was tired but he needed to be here. I was probably the last person he wanted to talk to, a teenage hell bent on being nosy and annoying. I sat next to him and Wesley followed suit.

"I'm sorry if I'm getting on your nerves."

"It's fine. It's nice to know someone wants to be there and help our little Ella," he smiled, "she wasn't like this only up until she found out..."

I was in Wesley's bed, looking up at the ceiling trying to digest the information I just got from Dr. Maxwell. I decided to sleep over at Wesley's. Cleaning up the blood on my dorm room floor would have to wait. I'll just try to have someone come in and clean it up. Today was quite a long day. With what Dr. Maxwell told me, no wonder Stella was the way she was.

"Are you still thinking about Stella?" Wesley asked as he took off his shirt and plopped himself next to me.

"Yeah, I feel so bad for her."

"Yeah, abandoned as a baby in a trash bin. Damn."

"Good thing Dr. Maxwell's sister and brother-in-law were there to take her home and adopt her."

She was just left there, wrapped in a pink blanket with a rotting salami sandwich right next to her. Can you imagine the smell? The disgusting things in there? Next to a newborn baby? And her mother, she just threw her in the trash like she was just nothing. If she didn't cry, she would not have been found.

What bothered me the most was what happened to her during high school.

"Wesley, Stella's high school life wasn't so grand," this was the connection that would make me understand Stella better, "she was..."

"Bianca, don't go there, okay? We're past that, right?" he pulled me closer to him, "you're not like her, not by a long shot."

"Isn't it weird, that by some kind of miracle or what, I was the DUFF too and we were brought in the same school and in the same dorm room?"

"Let's go to sleep."

I couldn't. A few minutes later, Wesley was already sound asleep and I was still tossing and turning.

She wasn't like this only up until she found out she was abandoned by her biological mother, it went downhill from there. She wanted to look for her, to the point that she would lie and she would skip class to search, her grades were dropping. Later on she started cutting herself. My sister immediately called me for help. This was our Little Ella, after my sister lost her baby boy due to miscarriage, she felt like Stella was a blessing to her. I did the best I can to help her. But soon, she became the outcast in her high school. Some students bullied her, called her Trash Bin Kid, whenever she walked in hallways, some kids would cover nose and feign disgust. They can be so cruel. What completely broke her was when this guy, I heard he was popular, made her fall in love and it was start of something good for her. She was getting better, she was slowly become the Little Ella that we know. Later on, she found out that the guy was just pretending to like her for a bet to nail an ugly fat friend or whatever they call it. That night, she cut both her wrists, we almost lost her. After that, she was homeschooled.

I felt my phone vibrate, Casey. I cursed myself for completely forgetting to call her! I apologized to her about million times and explained what happened. She offered to clean my dorm for me but there was no way in hell I was letting her see the mess in my room. There are just some things your best friend doesn't need to see, like a pool of blood on the floor, it looks like a murder scene. Like I said before, I'll get the professionals to do it. I promised her that next week, we would meet up so that she can tell me about her college experience so far. I wanted to tell her the things that were bothering me, this was Casey, she would listen. I had so much on my mind I just wanted someone to talk to but it was already late and Casey's class was at seven in the morning. I wished her good night and hung up the call. I tried to call Jessica but there was no answer, she was probably sleeping already.

The next day during lunch, Maggie and I decided to stop by Starbucks for some coffee, I didn't really get that much sleep so I needed all the help I could get. Maggie had a good ear, she was like Casey and the more time we spent together, the more comfortable I was being with her. She proposed that we should visit Stella after our last class to which I was all for. I wanted to check how she was doing. I decided that I would stop by our dorm and grab some of her books to keep her company while she recovers.

I saw Wesley coming in to Starbucks and went he straight to plant a nice good one on my lips. Looks like Maggie is going to meet Wesley today.

"Hey, I needed some caffeine in me, English is going to be boring, I need something to keep me awake."

"Are you sure? Or are you just here to see me?" I batted my eyelashes at him. Maggie cleared her throat, "Wesley, this is..."

"Maggie?"

"Wesley," she stood up and gave him a hug and to my shock, Wesley returned the hug as well, "it's nice to see you again."

The way she said his name, the way she talked to him, something was definitely going on.

"It's nice to see you too, Maggie," he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, kind of like what you give your grandmother which bothered me a lot and proceeded to get his coffee. He waved goodbye to us then jogged to his next class.

"You know my boyfriend?" YOU BETTER EXPLAIN IT REALLY WELL, WOMAN.

"Yes, we go way back," she continued to read her notes, "it's in the past. Don't worry, Bianca." She smiled.

What should I be worried about any way? Just because a pretty, gorgeous girl knew my boyfriend, my boyfriend who happens to be known to be banging a lot of chicks before and getting hot dates and what not...WHY SHOULD I WORRY? My mind was playing games with my again. I took out my phone and texted Wesley.

B: How do you know Maggie?

W: Later.

I had a bad feeling about this and that one word reply, it could be that he was busy with class but then it was English, he said it was boring. Maybe I'm reading too much into this.

The rest of the day, I didn't talk much to Maggie, I bailed on her from visiting Stella because I didn't want to be around Maggie until I know what she and Wesley were about. I just need to settle this weird feeling in my gut. During dinner, Wesley and I went to BaoHaus and I could tell he was dreading the conversation. He kept going to the bathroom, he was fidgeting and he wouldn't look me in the eye. I tried to open up the Maggie situation again.

"Wesley, tell me."

"Do you have to know?" He looked at me, his eyes pleading.

"Sort of," but yes, totally I need to know, "I'm just wondering."

"Okay," he sighed, "Maggie was my first."

"Of what?" I know it was pretty stupid to play dumb, like what other firsts were there?

"Everything."

I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. My gut feeling was right.

Once upon a time, Maggie and Wesley were in love.