[Chloe's POV]

My machine started to beep faster as my heart rate increased.
"Chloe?" Beca whispered.

"Chloe?" She repeated louder this time. She laced her fingers through mine and I felt her tears fall onto my face. She softly wiped them off with her hand and rested it there for a second. "Why can't you just wake up, please for me, for our daughter."
Our daughter... Our daughter... Those words kept circling my mind. "Why can't you just open your eyes, just for a second, I need to see them, get lost in them, get lost in you,"

I tried to feel my eyelids, tried to move them, respond in someway, but I couldn't. It was killing me, literally. Her voice. Her tears. Her heartbreak. Everyday I had to feel her tears, hear her voice urging me to somehow respond but I can't feel my hands or eyes or anything, just her. Her pain. I managed to take grasp of my fingers for a second and brushed them against hers. She gripped onto me tighter like she always does and pleads for me to do it again, but I'm all out of energy. Everyday I'm so tired and so useless, every second I just feel like giving up. Then I hear them all, all just discussing me, everyone I love talking about how they love me and I can't do it. It's like everyday I'm awake and listening and every-night I can't hear anything, as I'm sleeping whilst being asleep. I stop thinking for a second and listen.

"How's she doing?" Amy asked.

"Better, her heart-rate went up and she squeezed my hand again," Beca replied.

"I'm sure it's not long until she wakes up," Stacie said hopefully.

"You should tell her mum that," Dad sighed.

"Hey, you never know she might not be behind this at all, maybe she wanted to sign the papers because she was looking out for her?" Lilly suggested.

"Probably not knowing her, she's always been like it," Dad countered.

"Hey you three have actually seen this girl, did she look familiar?" Stacie wondered.

"No," they all replied.

"Well can't we get one of those police men in to do an artist impression?" She asked.

"Oh my god, of course!" Beca agreed.
I felt her turn to me. "Don't worry Chlo, we'll catch this monster," she assured.

"Can you read then next letter?" Stacie asked her.

"Can I read it?" Aubrey asked.

"Sure."

"October fifteenth two-thousand-and-eleven.
"Bye, Bye," I said as the plane took off.

"Awh are you sad?" You teased, doing that cheesy 'guy in a movie thing' where you yawn and put your arm on my shoulder.

"Yeah," I replied, wiping away a mock tear.
You laughed at me and pulled me into you. "I love you," you murmured

"What?" I mumbled, thinking I heard you wrong.

"I love you," you repeated.

"I love you too." I replied, smiling at you. You grinned and kissed me lightly.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to tell you that," you whispered into my hair.

"Believe me I do.""

[Aubrey's POV]

"Y'alright Chlo?" I asked quietly, resting my hand over hers. No reply. I couldn't do this, I couldn't talk to her like everyone else did, knowing she wouldn't reply. She was my best friend. And then she gets stuck in a coma and can't reply. I couldn't help but feel angry and not just at the person that did this to her. But actually at her, she could fight this, she's stronger than that. At least I thought she was. I just needed her to wake up, to laugh around to joke and be annoying positive all the time, I loved that about her.

"Why are you doing this to us?" I whispered. "Why don't you just wake up god you're so selfish," I said louder this time.

"Wake up," I moaned, shaking her.

"Wake up! Wake up!" I shouted shaking her vigorously. The rest of the girls came rushing in and I collapsed against her sleeping body, weeping into her chest just repeating the word "Wake up."

I felt Amy lift me off Chloe and pull me into her own chest instead rubbing my back.

"The police identified the girl," Stacie said quietly.

I pulled away from Amy and turned to her. "Who is she and where is she I'm going to go find her and kill her!" I growled.

"Someone who used to teach Chloe, don't worry the police are going to arrest her now," Lilly assured, putting her hand on my arm as if that was going to refrain me from doing anything.

"And Chloe's mum?" I asked quietly.

"Has nothing to do with it, she's just a stuck up bitch... No offence Chloe..." Cynthia Rose informed.

"Let's read the next letter?" Lilly suggested as we all took our seats.

"October 30th two-thousand-and-eleven.

"So you ready to see my amazing outfit?" You called from the bathroom.

"Depends are you ready to see mine," I called back. You emerged from the bathroom and struck a superhero pose.

I shrieked to see you dressed as Batwoman in front of me. Not because I was scared... But because I was dressed as Catwoman.
"We match!" You said all high pitched and excited. I laugh at you and we hi-fived going down to meet the rest of the girls.

We got to the bottom of the stairs, excited for what we had in store. As it turned out we wasn't the only ones that matched. Everyone had paired up. Stacie was dressed as a Police Woman and Aubrey a Criminal. Ashley was flame girl and Amy a fire-fighter.

We all burst out laughing at each other and head off, ready for the night ahead."

"Awwwwhhhh! I remember that night, it was hilarious!" Amy exclaimed.

"I have to admit, Amy you were one sexy fire fighter!" Ashley joked.

"That night was so amazing... Well most of it..." Stacie started. Beca nodded in agreement.

"Oh yeah..." I remembered, the memories flashing back.