[Amy's POV]

October 30th two-thousand-and-eleven

The day was here. The regionals. Three months of hard, long rehearsal had gone into this and it was out first official Bellas performance, we had done a few private shows but nothing like this.

I stood in the a corner biting my nails, dressed in my bella uniform and ready to go on. I could feel the nerves making my body tingle, I didn't know if I could do this. Then a felt smooth arms wrap around the back of me - I shivered at your touch.

"You nervous?" you asked me, unwrapping your arms and turning me to face you.
"Yeah, Chlo I don't think I can do it, I'll probably crumble during our set-" you stopped me, "You will be fine, I promise! You're amazing Beca!"

"Next up is the Barden Bellas..." we heard the host say.

I was shaking with excitement but mainly anxiety. You pulled me in for a quick hug and kissed my forehead. Then we made our way onto stage.

You were right, it went fine! Amy's improvisation made the whole performance, we were great!

You started to walk over to me with your 'I told you so' face but then you stopped as something caught your eye. Someone. It was the same girl as last time, she was staring. Staring right at you, never breaking her gaze. It was as if she was planning something in her mind, it was almost as if you could see clockwork piecing together in her head. "She looks so familiar," you exclaim, shaking your head trying to think.
"Why is he here?" I ask quietly.
"I don't know, but she seems to be always here, like by me, watching me and it's starting to really scare me. It's as if she knows when and where I'm gonna be every second of everyday," you whispered eerily, sending a shiver through me.

"Hey do you want to go?" I murmured. You nodded and we collected our stuff, saying goodbye to the others as we did so. The girl followed and our pace quickened, as did hers. We got out of the door and down the crowded street as she zigzagged her way through, slowly losing sight of us. As she was moving you noticed something fall. You were quick. Blink and you miss it kind of quick, but you got it. Whatever fell from underneath the girls coat. another piece to the puzzle."

"Oh my god what was it?" I asked putting down the letter.

"What do you think?" Beca said, raising an eyebrow.

"Was it?" Stacie asked vaguely.

"Yep," Beca replied.

"What?" Lilly, Cynthia Rose and I asked in unison.

"It was her journal."

[Beca's POV]

"What?" Aubrey exclaimed.

"It's was her journal," I repeated. I was met by a room full of silence, no noise except the gentle beeping of Chloe's machine that I had grown accustomed to over the past few weeks.

"Why didn't you give it to the police?" Ashley murmured from the other side of the room.

"Huh?" I asked, not quite understanding.

"You had the journal, it would have had her finger prints on, why didn't you give it to the police?" She said, sounding harsher this time.

"Well... I don't know... We didn't think it was important," I stammered, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

"Calm down Ashley, we have the girl now, she's been arrested, it's not Beca's fault she tried to kill Chloe," Aubrey cut in, trying to make peace.

"Yeah, she may have been arrested, but that doesn't heal Chloe does it? That doesn't mean she still couldn't kill Chloe because we still have no idea what's going to happen, or if she'll ever wake up!" Ashley shouted, trying to be strong despite the tears making their way down her cheeks.

"I wasn't the one who did this to her, Ash. I know how much you want to blame someone to take it out on, but you can't. It was her not me. And you need to accept that because you need to be strong. For all of us," I said.

As I studied Chloe Ashley's words started to rotate round my head. What if she doesn't wake up? I had been so sure everything would be okay these last few weeks that I didn't let myself think about what could happen. Because I knew that if I did I wouldn't be able to take it. I wouldn't be able to breathe.

The world around me started to revolve, and spin everything went blurry; like when you were a child and would play that game where you had to spin for as long as you could. Then the whole world fell from beneath me. Screams and shouts were muffled in the distance and then nothing.

White was everywhere. Just bright white lights. It was peaceful. I stood engulfed by the brightness around me and started to think I was dead. But it was funny. The feeling didn't shock me, or sadden me. It felt natural. I heard my name being faintly called in the distance, like an echo but softer. The voice was familiar. Soothing. I started to walk towards it. It felt weird, walking. It was as if there was no gravity holding me down, but my feet stayed firmly grounded. As if I weighed nothing.

I started to make out a shape in the distance. A silhouette. I drew closer and made out a person. Chloe.

"Chloe?" I whispered, reaching out a hand. She rested her face against it and said nothing. I took a step closer, feeling the warmth of her body a few centimetres away radiating mine.

I looked up at her face, her eyes locked in mine. It was weird to see her like this, moving, strong, alive. I felt her hand go to my waist and pull me against her. She laid his head between my neck and hair, her breath making the hairs on my neck stand. I could feel her hands, her breath, her body. I could smell her unique scent, yet she still felt a mile away. As if she was slowly slipping from me. She moved back and smiled at me.

"I might not survive this and I'm okay with that. I've had everything in life that I could have possibly wanted. my career, you and now our daughter. Don't let what has happened to me take that away from you. You can still live. I need to promise me something. When all of this is over don't think of me too often. Tell our beautiful daughter that she will always, always be loved and find someone. Don't live in a constant shadow of what has happened. Just remember that I love you and I always will. Forever and always."

He took he took another step back but I wouldn't let her go. "What does that mean? Chloe? What's going on" I whispered, barely audible. I felt her fading from view and the world around me returning to it's usual status.