This is it mum. I'm going to do it. I'm coming to join you because I can't live like this anymore. I'm sorry but I just can't do it. I hape that you of all people will understand. I have always wished I could see you. Every birthday candle wish, every christmas craker wish, they were all for you. I want to see you, to give me hope. I need you to talk to Alex, before he gets to drastic. I know you thought I could look after him, but I can't even look after myself now.I avoid most people, and most conversation topics, but I know I can't avoid thinking about you when I'm meant to be thinking about other things. I can't keep on avoiding talking about you mum, or about dad, or my past. Eventually, something's going to give. I can't stay here waiting until it does, I'm going to have stop the problem before it arises. This is the only solution, and my situation is assisting me it that choice. I can't believe the stuff that I've seen, heard and done today.They don't know what I'm going through, so I hope they just let me give up! I hate myself, I shouldn't have done that to Beca. I shouldn't have done that to Aubrey. I'm such a fool...

I ran out of words to write then. I'd been wondering around in the woodland for about half an hour when I came across a big, old, oak tree. I'd climbed up into it, not elegantly, and just let the words flow.

I flicked through the little notebook. Crying at the happy memories of my friends and other fun things I had done. I wished I could relive them. I found it cute because when I first had it, at the start of high school, I used to believe that whatever I wrote in it would arrive with my mother, as a sort of letter.

A photograph fell out of the notebook. It was of me, Beca and Aubrey.

Very carefully, I tore off the edge of the photo I featured in, they won't remember me in a few years to know what went there anyway. I let go of the photo, and allowed it to gentally flutter down to the bottom of the tree.

'This is it' I thought as I closed up the emerald green notebook. 'The last time. I'll never do this again. Never cry, never read my notebook, never try and find hope in the darkness.'

I stood up on the branch, and edged along towards the edge. Nobody will have to sort me out again. This is it. I'm ready.

I was about to take the step that would bring the darkness when i heard somebody call my name. 'Chloe?' Somebody was down in the woods. I thought nothing more of it, probably a dog walker calling their dog who they named Chole.

'Chloe?' This cry was quieter, and sounded like somebody was crying, I recognised that voice. Jessica. No Ashley. Oh I still can't tell them apart.

'No!' The voices in my head cried. 'Don't go to her.' I shuffled myself back so I could hide behind the leaves of the tree. So that she wouldn't know I was there. So that she shouldn't be able to stop me.

Somebody was walking along under the tree. Who? Jessica, with the company of a small brunette. Beca. Beca ran towards the photo I'd abandoned on the floor by the trunk, and let out a cry. I carefully shuffled round a bit so I could see them.

'Aubrey come here!' Called Beca. I could see Jessica rubbing her ears, she must have said something, but i wasn't really listening properly.

I saw a second blonde, Aubrey, and a tall brunette, Stacie, approaching. I couldn't get myself to feel safe. I was scared that Aubrey, or Stacie, or Beca, or Jessica would look up. I was nearly trembling.

'Do you remember this being taken?' Beca asked Aubrey.

'Yes of course.' Aubrey replied.

'Only me, you, Chloe and the wall of the bella house have one. So she must have been here.' Beca replied.

'But why would she tear herself out of the photo?' Jessica asked.

'I don't know... Well still it could have been a hour ago by now Beca. Maybe we should just give up.' Aubrey said.

'NO!' Beca screamed, I could hear her begin to cry.

'She has a history of depression, she'll turn up eventually if she wants to come back.' Aubrey said.

'Dead in a ditch if she stays out too long.' Amy joked, turning up at just the right time.

'I can't let that happen. Not to Chloe!' I have to find her before someone else who wants to hurt her does.' Beca said. I could actually hear the pain in her voice.

'Please Beca. You've got to come back.' Ashley said.

'I can't. Not yet you guys can go back if you want or need to. I'm going to stay, feel free to join me.' Beca replied. I could hear her tears flowing now. Aubrey put her arm around her, and held Stacie's hand. Ashley, Jessica and Amy left together. They all had good reasons, like needing to go to class soon and things like that.

Aubrey, Beca and Stacie stood by the tree still. They all stood there soundness, motionless but showing their sadness individually. I saw Beca fall to her knees, I heard her desperate crying.

'It's okay Beca!' I muttered quietly, Aubrey looked up, as if she'd heard me. I saw her shrug her shoulders, and go to comfort the crying girl, I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

I decided at that point to abort my mission, realising that Beca and Aubrey wouldn't be able to live without me, and that's when it happened.

I shuffled my way across the branch I was on, in order to allow my feet to reach the branch below. I placed my foot onto the lower branch, but as I shifted myself down onto it, my foot slipped off the branch! I flailed my arms reaching for anything to grab onto, I grabbed a leaf, which meerly pulled off it's branch. I screamed.

My leg hit the ground first, but collapsed at the impact, I put my arm out to break my fall, but it slid out from under me, hitting against a tree root. My face hit the hard ground, and everything went black. I remembered nothing else.

I've had this chapter planned for a couple of weeks, so I hope you guys like it. I'll break the suspense of what happens next by Sunday.Lea