I am so sorry! I haven't updated in forever! I started a new story, and forgot about this for a while. But i'm back! Anyway, this is a pretty...*clears throat awkwardly* graphic chapter...Anyway, So, a few people have been wanting Ronnie and Reid to get together...it will happen soon. I promise. Here's part 10! Enjoy!

10

I walk up the front steps to my house and feel extremely tired. Hotch didn't say anything about my bruise, and I don't say anything to him. I open the door and step into the living room. I see Andy leap up from the sofa. "Welcome back!" He exclaims happily. He's in a good mood. "Hi, Andy." He gives me a tight hug. "You look tired, but before you rest, I have to show you something!"

I sigh. "Alright, Andy. But make it quick, ok?" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He opens up the voice memos and says, "I was in the car with Erik when this came on the radio." Erik is the drummer in our band. He presses play.

I hear a radio announcer say, "And know for the new hit single from up-and-coming band Falling in Reverse, Raised by Wolves." My heart beats faster.

I hear fast electric guitar music and Andy singing, "I was lost, now I'm found, I'm sustained by the sound, of the angels singing me to sleep, while my feet leaving the ground..."

This is our song, on the radio.

"No way!" I shout happily. "I know! We're going to be famous!" He picks me up and spins me like in those sappy romantic movies I never watch. "This is amazing Andy! But I'm still tired." He laughs. "I understand. Go get some sleep." He gives me a kiss and sends me off to bed. I go to bed happy, for the first time in a long time.

TIME LAPSE! OH YES!

The next day, I wake up a couple minutes before work and sit in front of my desk, staring at my knife. I want to. It feels good. I know it's wrong, but I still want to. My thoughts are interrupted when Andy opens the door to my room. He looks at me, then the knife. "Come down to the living room, I need to show you something." I nod, walking down the stairs and sitting on the couch. "This," I hear Andy call from the kitchen, "Is a trick to stop cutting." I absently realize I'm late for work.

Andy steps out of the kitchen, a large butcher knife in his hands. "Trust me, this works wonders."

Third person POV

Hotch stared at the small mountain of papers in front of him. He absently thinks to himself, "Ronnie is late." He worries. He stands, looking out the door. Reid is standing at the coffee maker across the room. He makes his way over to Reid. "Reid, could you go pick up Ronnie? I'm worried about her." Reid snaps the cover onto his coffee cup and nods. "Sure, Hotch."

Ronnie's POV

Andy takes a step toward me, the knife looking just as menacing as Andy himself. He grabs my left arm and rolls up my sleeve. "I promise, you'll thank me." he says quietly. I presses the knife against my skin, plunging it deep into my flesh. I cant help it. I scream.

He pulls the knife down, toward my palm. It feels like my arm is on fire. I feel blood flow down my arm. It will be over soon. I think to my self. He begins working on my other arm. "No! Andy, please don't! This is to far, your really hurting me!" He says nothing, and continues to cut me.

I hear a knock on the door.

We both freeze.

I look through the window and see Reid waiting at the door. "I…I gotta go." I say, standing up. "Better tell 'em you fell." He growls. I almost collapse on the floor, but I make my way to the door. I roll down my sleeves and I open the door. "Come on Reid, let's go." I say quietly. He narrows his eyes and takes a long look on me while I close the door. I walk to his blue car, but before I can open the door, he grabs my hand and pulls the sleeve up.

I am to weak to resist.

My arms have jagged cuts running vertically on my arms. They are bleeding more than they should be. "Oh my god, Ronnie! I'm taking you to the hospital." "No!" I exclaim, pulling my hand away from his. "Just take me to work. I don't want to pay a hospital bill." He looks extremely worried. "Hotch has a medical kit in his office, I will fix you up." I nod.

He drives me to our work and rushes me to Hotch's office, thankfully he isn't there. He closes the door and grabs the kit off the shelf. I sit on the corner of his desk. Reid takes out a stitching needle and holds it up. His hands shake. Isn't this guy supposed to be a doctor?

"Reid, your hands are shaking to badly for you to do anything. If it'll make you feel better to call a medic-" He stands up and rushes to the door. "Someone call a medic!" He shouts, his voice raising an octave. I roll my eyes. There is a phone on the desk.

I feel the blood soaking into my sweatshirt, so I take it off, revealing a simple black T-shirt underneath. Reid stares at my arms in shock. Besides the most recent cuts from andy, there are scars from my personal cuts all over my arms. I feel kind of humiliated. the sweatshirt was baggy, so I hid the actual size of myself. I was really skinny. some might even think I was anorexic or bulimic. Reid can't take his eyes off of my arms, which are still bleeding.

"Look, Reid, I'm going to be fine." I stand up and take a step toward the door, but I feel the room spin around me, and I am forced to the ground.

"Hey, what's going on-" Rossi, hotch, and the rest of the team look through the door and stop talking when they see my arms. "Call an ambulance." Rossi says to Emily. She hurries over to the phone on the desk. "No! I don't want to pay for an ambulance ride OR a hospital room!" "We aren't going to let you die!" JJ exclaims while Emily talks on the phone. "I'm not going to die!" I exclaim back.

"OK, what happened?" Morgan asks.

I say nothing.

Reid looks at me. I give a slight shake of my head.

don't say a word.

"I fell." I say quietly. "On a knife?" Rossi asks. "Sure. Why not." I say flatly. A girl dressed in white rushes through the door, kneeling next to me and putting on some gloves. "Hello, I am with the Quantico State Hospital, now, I can see the injury is clearly on your arms, but do you have any other injuries?"

"No, I'm fine, except, well, my arms."

"Alright. Well, it appears you are going to need stitches, so I am going to need you to come to the hospital-" I don't pay attention, but I guess that this situation is unavoidable. The EMT takes me an a quick ride to the hospital. I can barely stay awake. I am tired.

She asks me a bunch of questions like when I ate last and stuff on the way to the hospital. I answer then and she puts me on a gurney, rolling me through the halls. A few more doctors rush up and talk to the EMT. I suddenly feel a sharp jab on my left arm. I sit up.

"Holy shit! What the hell are you doing?"

"I injected your arm with anesthetic-"

"you could at least warn me!"

He jabs my other arm.

I am about to yell at him more, but I feel even more tired, and my arm feels a little better. I lean back down. I stop moving in an emergency room and see two doctors examine my arm. "Can you feel this?" one asks.

"No."

"Well, we may begin the operation."

I feel something poke my arm. I sit up again to see what they are doing. I feel sick to my stomach when I see the needle and thread being pulled through my skin. I feel a tug and he ties the first stitch.

I lean back down.

I feel another poke, another needle. I finally give in to sleep.

And

My

World

Goes

Black.

Done! How's THAT for a cliffhanger? So, the third person POV failed misserably, but to bad. The song that Ronnie wrote, Raised by wolves, is a real song. I'll put a link on my profile. So, Ronnie and Reid will be together! Somehow! PLEASE leave suggestions...I love the idea, I just don't know how to put it into action. So, review for another chapter! Bye-bye!