WARNING. This chapter could be TRIGGERING for self harm and or suicide. Also, I want anyone to know that if you are struggling with these things and need to talk, I'M HERE. Please, remember this when going forward.

As always, I don't own Bones and reviews are fun. *kisskiss* And I love you all.

We were never meant to be this

Damned broken….

Words were never meant to be this

Half spoken…

Falling in

The space between the universe

And all we see…

Has gone away

"Christine?" the soft questioning tone comes through her door, but she doesn't look up. Instead, she's staring at the wall, her hands wrapped (Not unlike, Jack thinks, another kid I used to know…No, no, don't think of Zack), and IV's attached. Her stare is relatively blank, though a flash of recognition comes through when she recognizes who is there.

Angela sat down next to her, forcing a smile, while Jack stood with his back to the wall, staring. They stayed like this for about twenty minutes. When Christine finally looked over at them, she shook her head.

"I didn't…Want to kill myself…" she stated blankly, and then shrugged. "Just…So tired…And I can't eat…And…Fuck…" she muttered, turning her head so that the two adults wouldn't see her tears. Tears started to fill Angela's eyes as she put a comforting hand on the teenagers shoulder, and Jack made his way back to them before sitting down and grabbing his wife's hand.

"I'm so sorry about what I said, Chrissy…It's just…"

Jack trailed off when Christine shook her head, and gulped in large quantities of air.

"No, no…It's not your fault…" she whimpered, and shook her head. "It wasn't even that, it was…Everything…Dad and mom and…I just…"

And it was then that she let go of everything she'd been too scared to admit.

She couldn't sleep anymore, and whenever she slept, she just…Wanted to sleep. For days on end. Always tired. There were moments, when the sound of the bell would go off and she believed that it was the sound of a gun shot, that she'd cover her ears and wait…She couldn't eat anything because she was never hungry…And she wanted to hurt…

More so, she just wanted to disappear without a trace.

No one to notice that she was gone.

Fuck.

She just lay there, and Angela nodded.

"You should have said something, sweetie…It's okay. When I lost my mom…I felt like you did," she stated, brushing the hair out of her face. Christine looked up and tried to stop the tears from coming.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, sweetie…Roxy called it the 'Depressed artist' before she figured out exactly why I was acting the way I was. And after Roxy left, I felt the same way… If I hadn't…" she trailed off and looked at Jack, who was staring intently, worried eyes. "If I hadn't met your mom…I think I would have been dead in a couple of months…I had no work, I had no one else left in my life…I was alone, sweetie…And I know my situation isn't like yours, but you have to know that we're still here for you, and we love you…And I don't think I can take losing anyone else any time soon,"

Jack had his arm around his wife, and Christine was staring in utter fascination. Or perhaps that wasn't the right word. She was just…Feeling incredibly small, now. And not in the bad way. It was more like the way that a person should feel in the presence of an idol. Someone who deserves respect. She'd never thought of Angela like this, and more so, it had never occurred to her that any of the adults in her life had ever experienced anything or any of the feelings that she had.

In the middle of this moment, however, the sound of someone barging in was heard, and a rather comical looking Parker walked through. Half of his curly hair was combed, he was in pajama pants…He was half shaved!

"Chrissy?" he'd asked quickly, and when he saw the group, held his hands up in defense.

"Sorry…I screw something up here?" he asked, small smile on his face. Everyone looked at him and burst out laughing, and when finally he sat down next to them, he tilted his head, scratching it before a surprised look came upon his face and he smacked it.

"I was in a hurry, okay?!" he snarled, before sitting down and looking between everyone. Rolling his eyes, he took a look at Christines arms and sighed, shaking her head.

"What the hell'd you do, kiddo?"

"Something stupid…" she replied sadly before looking at everyone else. Parker sighed and scratched his neck, looking at the two older adults in the room. When they both looked up in surprise and rushed out, Parker sat down next to her and tilted his head.

"You…Didn't, right? Like, you know…Try to…"

"No," she said suddenly, not wanting to hurt Parker more then he was already hurting. The relief in his eyes was an absolutely horrid thing to see, to think that he'd actually thought that she could…She couldn't imagine what he'd been feeling while he came down here.

"Good," he stated, before scratching his neck once more.

Silence.

"Because, if you did, you know, I'd have to go all big bro on your ass…Intervention and shit…"

She snorted and rolled her eyes.

"What you know about it anyways, Parks? Master of faking," she grinned at him, but the dark look on his face made her frown. "What's up, man?"

"You know, they didn't just discharge me because of my knee…" he stated simply, and looked up. She stared at him for a moment until he sighed and stripped off his sweatshirt, displaying his arms for her.

He was tan, a Booth through and through, and when she saw the paleness of scars, Christine suddenly paled herself.

"After…I got back…I lost a lot of buddies. And, you know, life just sucks sometimes…So one night…I just…" he puckered his lips and sighed, shaking his head."I was depressed. And had PTSD. Dad had recognized it before, and tried to get me to get help for it but I just…Couldn't stand the idea of it. So, I…I did it. And when I woke up, Mom and Dad and Bones were there…I didn't think anyone got it, you know, but Bones and Dad and even Mom…They all did. And it's not like I was magically cured or anything, I was on anti depressants for about two years, but…I was helped. I talked to people, people that got it…"

She stared at him as well, suddenly overwhelmed by how much info she was getting in one day, an overload, really. She stared and then shook her head, wanting to ignore him once more. However, she found it nearly impossible.

"What I'm trying to say is…Look, I lost a Dad too…And a Stepmom…And I know what's going on, so please, Christine, just…Talk to me!" he commanded, getting up quickly and forcing her to look into his eyes. When she finally made connection, she flinched.

"I just…I want to feel normal, Parker. I miss them. Is that so bad?"

He stayed silent for a long time and then sat down, burying his head in his hands before he began to silently cry. Christine gritted her teeth and then shook her head, feeling totally done.

How the hell is anyone still doing this?