A/N: Mtay, it was really hard to write this chappie...I'm not so good at the angsty sheet thingies, so sowweh for the delay. Yeah...I'm gonna hide now. *hides yet again with all meh needs* Ummm...enjoy...? Oh, and am I the only one that finds that song that goes "Plug it in, Plug it in" wrong...?

ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!!!

***GWEN'S POV***

I woke up unusually early the next morning. What the hell was wrong with me waking up early? I thought I was supposed to be a night owl...

My train of thought was instantly ripped away from me as I remembered the previous days events. Joy managed to find its way to me, when I thought of Trent, but mostly sadness and regret was there from getting in one of the worst fights with Duncan I can remember. Wasn't I supposed to care about Trent? Get out of my fucking head, I told the mental image of Duncan. What the hell was that emotion in his eyes, anyway? I never saw that before...

Yet again, ripping me out of my train of thought, the door opened for the first time today, with my being conscious. The center of the problem(s) made his appearance in my room. Trent.

"Gwen, I didn't expect to see you awake," he said, with a smile that didn't quite reach those emerald depths. I nodded towards him, starting to feel happy. I still loved him, and was glad he promised not to give me anymore abuse and actually help me.

"Well, I am," I smiled, hoping to avoid any awkwardness that could come from this.

"Good, and guess what?" he smiled again, except this time it was genuine.

"What?" I asked, starting to get a little excited now.

"They said you're clear to go home now, and I wrote you a little song you can hear when you come home," forest green depths looked excited, with an odd little twinkle as they looked into my eyes.

"Really?" I questioned, more excited by the prospect that Trent wrote a song for me more than being able to go home. It's not like Duncan was going to visit me anymore, so why was I so disappointed?

"Completely and utterly serious," Trent said, with a smile, odd twinkle still there.

"Sick," I smiled huge, no blue emphasizing it.

"Yeah, do you want to go now?" he asked, looking more excited then nescessary than needed.

"Sure," I answered, ignoring the over eagerness.

***DUNCAN'S POV***

Gwen was lying on the floor, blood flowing out of her wounds. I tried to go for her, but Trent got there first. Hurting her even more. I couldn't do anything. Repeated kicks hit her, sickening thumps being able to be heard over cries of pain if I listened close enough. I couldn't do anything, though. I tried to move, but it was impssible.

Suddenly, the scene changed. I was in a room, filled with people dressed in black. This would be great for Gwen, a sarcastic voice said in the back of my head, but instantly shut the fuck up as I saw who was in the coffin. It was Gwen. Greif became apparent.

But, yet again, the scene changed. Gwen was in my arms, staying close to me. I forgot about the scene changes and just let her stay in my arms right now.

I woke up, early, again. Fuck. I hate waking up early. Especially when I had a shitty dream, but then it turned really good. I didn't want to wake up. When yesterday came back to me, I immediately rolled over and tried to go back to sleep like a chick, even adding a pissed-off groan to add to it.

That is, until my alarm clock went off, blaring a stupid-ass song. Why do I always wake up to the shitty songs?

There's a hatchet got a knnife

When I awoke there was nothing real in this life
But dreams are so intoxicating

Innocence gone

Never take friendship personal

I turned it off immediately. I shivered when I thought of Chef Hatchet for a moment. I got over it, though and got dressed. Showers were for pussies. My thoughts took over me, and I was concerned for Gwen. Sure, she had stolen my heart, but I was scared - though I'd never admit it - after that damn dream and decided to see if she was still at the hospital.

***TRENT'S POV***

Step two, complete. Going perfectly according to plan. Bonus: Duncan got the boot by Gwen. Now they're both hurt. He's not gonna go after her, he loves her too much.

A/N: Sorry, that song was just stuck in my head, was listening to it while I wrote the chappie. That, and Face Down, obviously. And I swear it will get better. But, one question: Gwen die or live? I'm thinking of her living, but I want to know on what chu think. So, with that said...chu must satisfy my needs.

TOUCH IT!

FEEL IT!

SATISFY IT!

CLICK IT!

PLUG IT IN! (Sorry, that's stuck in meh head XD)

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