Hey guys! So, KelliBurgles gave me some great ideas, some of which were used in the last chapter. But the PM that she sent me was accidentally deleted, SO, I'm not sure what her other ideas for this story were. I would like to thank her SO MUCH for her ideas, whether they were used or not, and I also want to apologize for her other ideas not being used. I would also like to apologize for not updating in forever! I AM SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO SORRY GUYS! D': YOU KNOW I LOVE Y'ALL, BUT SCHOOL'S BEEN SUPER BUSY, AND I HAVE SOME OTHER STUFF GOING ON RIGHT NOW. But I'll do my best to update ASAP, I promise! Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you like it! :D

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Trigger Warning: If you are or have ever been suicidal, please don't read this chapter if it will affect you in any negative way. If you aren't sure if this chapter will affect you in a negative way or not, I suggest not reading it. If anyone chooses to read this, especially if it's a sensitive/offensive topic for them, it is completely at their discretion. I, the author, hold no responsibility or credibility whatsoever as to what my readers do and don't read. Reader discretion is advised.

AN: This takes place the same night as the last chapter.

Bree's PoV:

My hand shook as I finished writing the last letter. I couldn't do this to my family anymore. I had already caused my family lots of distress and pain; now my brothers were fighting worse than they ever had. And it was all. Because. Of me. I had thought about killing myself a few times before, but had never gone through with it. I always thought the same thing: "I can't hurt my family by doing this." But now I realized that I would be hurting my family by not doing this.

I didn't want them to find a bloody corpse. I didn't want them to find a strung up body. I wanted them to find me in a peaceful state. I wanted them to find that I had died in my sleep. So that's how they would find me.

I stood up, gathered my letters into my hand, and grabbed my bottle of pills. I looked down at the bottle of pills, took a deep breath, and exhaled. Here we go. I went into my bathroom, swallowed all of the pills in the bottle with some water, and walked to my bed. I got under the covers and closed my eyes, and as I felt my mind start to relax, I whispered my last four words. "I love you guys."

The Next Day:

Chase's PoV:

By twelve o'clock in the afternoon, I was starting to get worried. My whole family was awake and now in either the living room or the kitchen; my whole family except for Bree.

Now don't get me wrong; my sister was never an early riser. But even Adam was up by now, and we had long ago finished breakfast. I paused the video game that I was playing with my brothers and turned to look at Leo, who was sitting next to me on the couch.

"Guys? I was thinking. It's already noon, and Bree's still not up. Do you think she's sick or something?" I questioned them.

"Yeah, you're right," Leo agreed after a moment of thought, "She's never slept in this late before."

"Yeah," Adam joined in, nodding his head, "If anyone would sleep in 'till noon, it'd be me."

"Maybe we should go check on her," I thought aloud, "it couldn't hurt."

My brothers nodded, and we all got up, set our controllers down on the couch, and trekked up to Bree's room.

When we reached our destination, I knocked gently on the door. "Bree?" I called softly, "Bree, are you okay?"

No answer.

"Breezy?" Adam tried.

No answer.

"Bree, are you alright?" Leo asked.

No answer.

I tentatively reached down and, grasping the door knob in my left hand, I opened Bree's door slowly. The room was dark, and I could see Bree's body still lying under the covers.

I sighed in relief. Here I was, thinking that something was wrong, when in reality, she just felt like sleeping in that day. Bree was fine.

My brothers and I walked over to Bree's bed, and I sat down on her left as Adam sat down on her right and Leo remained standing next to me.

"Bree," I said softly, gently shaking her shoulder.

Surprisingly, my sister didn't wake up; she didn't even stir.

"Bree," Adam tried, using the same level of volume as me, "Come on, Bree, it's time to get up."

Then everything seemed to happen at once.

I really started to take notice of my older sister, and Adam did too. Her face was pale, unhealthily so, and her chest wasn't rising and falling steadily like it should've been. It wasn't moving at all. Adam seemed to notice too, because he shouted at Leo to go get Mr. Davenport and Douglas. I frantically reached for Bree's wrist, and Adam pressed two fingers to the underside of Bree's chin, near her jawline. We both exchanged a look, and I knew that we both came up with the same conclusion: no pulse.

I started preforming CPR, but to no avail. After a few moments, Adam pushed me back gently, and, with tears streaming down both of our faces, Adam held Bree's body against his own.

"BREE!" Adam shrieked brokenly, "BREEZY, NO, BREE!"

It was then that I joined in on the hug, and my tears seemed to rush out even faster than before. "BEE-BEE!" I screamed, "NO, BREE, NO! PLEASE!"

I was vaguely aware of my father and uncle bursting into the room, Leo and Tasha not far behind. I could vaguely comprehend, but barely, Mr. Davenport and Douglas trying to pry me and Adam away from Bree, but they were completely unsuccessful. It only made us hold on even tighter.

"No," I choked out when Douglas tried to move me away gently, "NO! I WON'T LEAVE HER! WE WON'T!"

"Chase, listen to me very carefully," Douglas said softly but firmly, "There could be a chance that we could still save your sister. But if you and Adam don't let go now, that chance could disappear entirely. I'm not asking for you to let her leave us; I would never and will never ask that. But I am asking you to not let her die by holding on too much. I promise you, I PROMISE you, that I will be so gentle, she'll feel like she's on a cloud. I would never, and I mean NEVER, hurt your sister, your brothers, or you. She'll be completely safe. I promise. And you know that your father is making the same promise to Adam right now. Now, I'm begging you, for Bree's sake, let go and give her to me. Please."

"Okay," I sobbed, nodding frantically, "Okay." I reluctantly let go, and I immediately felt guilty. How could I? I knew that it was in Bree's best interests for us to let them take care of her, but letting go of my sister felt like an ultimate betrayal. It took Bree being hospitalized for me to realize that I had never been close to holding on in the first place. When that realization struck, I had promised myself and my sister that I would hold on as tightly as I could, and I would never let go. And now I had broken that promise. But in a way, I had also renewed it. I had kind of renewed my promise because, if I didn't let Douglas or Mr. Davenport take care of Bree, I'd break my promise by letting her die; that would mean that I let her go. But there was also the fact that I literally let Bree go. That would mean that I'd broken my promise. It was all so confusing.

I sat on the bed, feeling woozy and disoriented, as I watched Mr. Davenport run out of the room with Bree cradled safely in his arms. I saw Douglas, Leo, and Tasha following my father. I felt my older brother sit next to me and embrace me, silent tears still running down both of our faces. But I didn't care about any of that.

All I cared about was my sister.

Adam's PoV:

Pain. That was all I felt, all I knew. Pain. My sister, my little sister, had just tried to kill herself. It was all my fault; I knew that it was, so it was no use for anyone to tell me otherwise. I didn't know why Bree had done it, but she had, and that was enough to make me feel like killing myself as well.

"No," I thought sternly to myself, "No, she TRIED to kill herself. But Mr. Davenport and Douglas will save her, and everything will be just fine."

I sat on the couch in the living room, my head in my hands. Tasha was holding Chase in a warm, motherly embrace that could make almost anyone feel better, and Leo was sitting in a chair by the island, his leg bouncing up and down at a speed that seemed to be able to match Bree's.

Mr. Davenport and Douglas had been down in the lab for almost two hours now, doing anything and everything they could to save my baby sister. My other family members and I had been trying to get into the lab, but Eddy refused to let us in, saying that it was Mr. Davenport's orders.

"Bree, Bree, Bree, Breezy, Bree," I thought repeatedly, running my hands over my face. I felt like maybe, just maybe, thinking Bree's name over and over might give her a better chance at living. It might sound stupid, but oh well. When someone you love is in danger, you'll do anything it takes to keep them alive. It's that simple.

And I would do ANYTHING to save my sister. ANYTHING.

At the sound of the elevator, we all jumped up and stared. Douglas walked through the elevator doors and stared back at us.

"So?" Leo croaked out nervously. I was glad that he said something, because, while I desperately wanted to know what was happening with my sister, I couldn't say anything for fear of receiving bad news.

Douglas sighed tiredly, but I couldn't tell if it was a good or bad sigh. "Bree's..."

AN: *cue evil grin* Alright. Who wants to kill me? *ducks rotten tomatoes and random egg* Okay, okay. I know, I need to stop with the cliffhangers. But you know I had to, right? Okay, so question: would you guys be interested in me starting up on writing Austin and Ally fanfics again? I wouldn't stop writing these if I did, I've just recently started getting back into Austin and Ally and I had a previous fanfics that's already published on here (Perfect Imperfection) but I just never continued it like I thought I was going to. So if you don't mind please leave me a review and let me know what you think! Thanks in advance! Also, I am going to be working on updating "Why Brothers Matter" soon, I know that it's been forever since I updated. Once again, I'M SO SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO UPDATE! D': I'LL TRY TO UPDATE MY OTHER STORIES ASAP! Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P