There are roughly around 3 or 4 chapters left. Gah, I know it's been short, but the whole 4th season was short, so HA! Anyway, the disclaimer is the same as it usually is. Happy readings ^-^

Her feelings she hides, Her dreams she can't find,

She's losing her mind, She's fallen behind,

She can't find her place, She's losing her faith,

She's fallen from grace, She's all over the place.

-Nobody's home by Avril Lavigne

Dawn breathed in the fresh morning air, letting the scents of the pool and other plants fill up her senses. She felt very calm and relaxed this morning for no reason, she just felt like this morning would be a regular day. Until clouds circled the sky and droplets of rain began pouring from the sky. Giving a sigh, she thanked Mother Earth for the rain and went inside, not caring about the fact that she was dripping wet.

Walking inside, she noticed Scott standing in the corner, looking bored as he usually did. Dawn hoped he wouldn't notice her as she walked by to her room. Unfortunaly, he did and he came over to her, not caring if she felt uncomftorable. "Hey," was all he said, as if everything between them was alright.

Dawn sighed and stared at him. "Hey yourself." He raised an eyebrow at her, wondering why she was glum. Well, glummer than usual.

"What are you so down about?"

"My meditation was interrupted. But the earth needs rain, so it's okay."

Scott snorted and scratched his arm. "Wow, you're upset about that?"

Dawn gave him an irritated look and rolled her eyes. She had enough of Scott's attitude. Turning on her left heel, she began to walk away, only to have Scott pull her arm back to him. "Hey, I didn't mean that. It's just rain."

"I didn't mean I wasn't appreciating the rain. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go meditate somewhere else."

"Is that all you do all day, meditate?"

Dawn huffed and felt annoyance crawl under her skin. She needed to get away from him before she said or did something mean. She began to walk away again when Scott pulled her hand. She felt her eyes widen when she felt electricity shoot up. She had never believed sparks exsisted, but what did she know? This was the first time she had feelings for someone in a long time.

Scott sighed, looking her deep in the eyes. "Dawn, did I miss something?"

Dawn raised an eyebrow at this, wondering what he was going on about. "What are you talking about? Miss what? Wait, are you trying to understand me?" Scott didn't look at her, instead, he looked a little uncomftorable.

"Yeah, I guess so. You told me, the night before I got you voted off, you told me some things. I'll admit, I wasn't really listening, but now, I..."

Dawn felt a little touched. And annoyed. "Scott, do you really care about me?"

"Yeah.."

"Don't answer just yet. I want you to think about that."

Scott sighed. "Why won't you believe me? I'm trying to reach out, I'm TRYING to understand. Why do you keep pushing me away?"

Dawn looked him in the eyes. "Why? Because you betrayed me Scott! When I needed you the most! You used it against me and made a fool of me! How can I trust you after that? And then you come to me acting like nothing happened!"

Scott growled in irritation. "I'm trying to make things better! You and I were friends at one point. Whether you believe it or not, I wasn't lying when I said I love you. I do."

"Just stop it Scott! Just stop! You don't mean it! You don't! How can you? You use people and don't care if you do."

Scott narrowed his eyes at her. "I'll admit. I do use people, but it doesn't mean I don't have a heart."

"That's rather hard to believe. Actions speak louder than words."

Scott let go of her wrist, staring at her hard. "I'm being honest. I can't take back what I did, but I want to make things better."

Dawn moved a strand of her hair back, wishing to end the conversation. "Scott, what are we doing?"

"What do you mean."

"We just keep going in circles," she said, biting her lip, "It's getting old and eventually, we're going to give up. Can't you just make it easier and let me be?"

"Dawn, can't we try?"

Dawn stood her ground, feeling tired and angry. "No, we can't! It would be insane! You would forget me and use me. So just go back to your old ways and leave me alone!"

Scott grabbed her wrist. "Dawn,"

Dawn pried her wrist out of his hand, staring at him in anger. "Just go! Leave me alone!" She felt tears pour from her eyes and she whipped them away. She didn't notice the bucket on the stairs leading to the basement behind her and she stepped in it, falling down the stairs. When someone falls down the stairs, people think it doesn't hurt, but it does. She felt a burning sensation in her arm and head.

She thought that falling down the stairs would be enough. Surely she didn't fall down that fast, but apparently, she crashed through one of the windows, which was funny because she swore that there was no way she could hit a window. Though, there was no denying that she did. Falling out was the most bittersweet feelings she had ever felt. The feeling of falling was...amazing. Was that a bad thing to think? The feeling of being weightless was something she had never felt.

Hitting the ground broke this illusion. One might think that it wouldn't hurt, but that was a lie. She felt something crunch under her, more than likely it was glass. She even thought there was some in her eye. Looking up, she could see people surronding her, but their faces were kind of blurry. The only face she could recognize, was Scott's. Was this taboo or something?

Later that evening, Gwen came back, looking paler than usual. She sat next to Duncan and rested her head in her hands. Bridgette came over to her, looking concerned. "Will she be okay? How is she?"

Gwen sighed. "They said it could have been worse. She's broken a few bones, had some glass removed from her left eye, had some stiches, and also has a concussion. Other than that, she should be fine and released in at least a week or two."

Bridgette let out a sigh of releif and flopped back down on the couch. Mike clutched Zoey's hand, seeing the worried look on her face. "Hey, it's going to be okay. See? She's fine."

Zoey gave a small smile and leaned on Mike's shoulder. Scott moved from his spot on the love seat, his eyes looking stormy and irritated. Probably with himself. "Damnit, she just had to trip on that bucket. What was she thinking!"

Bridgette glared at him. "Will you shut it? How did she know the bucket was there? You're the one who made her upset."

"How would you know that?"

"Because you were the one who was with her when it happened. Plus, Gwen texted me what Dawn told her."

Everyone glared at Scott, whose face was turning red from anger and embarissment. "Buzz off all of you."

"Why should we? I don't see why you're upset. It's not like you cara about her." Heather commented, not looking up from manicuring her nails. Scott felt his eyebrow twitch.

"Will you shut the hell up! I love her!"

Heather gave a laugh, causing everyone to cringe, including Scott. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?'

"What does that mean?"

Heather looked him in the eyes. "You keep saying how much you love her, and yet you framed her, sabatoged her, and even though you knew that, you knew full well what you were doing and went along with it."

Scott stared at her, processing the words in his head. Heather just smirked and continued on. "The truth is, and you keep denying it, is that you are selfish. You only cared about winning, which in the game, is reasonable, but on the other hand, you were aware of the consequences, yet you chose to ignore them."

Scott looked at her, feeling something settle in his chest, something he hadn't processed. Was he realizing something he had missed? Turning on his heel and out of the lounge, he headed up to his room, each step feeling heavier than it should. When he got to his room, he laid on his bed, thinking about the Moonchild, about how she was. He remembered how she smiled, she smiled and pretended everything was okay.

"It's okay Scott, I'm fine. I'm okay."

No, things were not okay. Things were definatly not okay. How could he had missed that? How could he have been so stupid? He had been so foucused on winning and trying to ignore her, when all this time, she had been trying to reach to him. God, he really was pathetic. If he had said that he couldn't remember how he had felt the first time he saw her in years, he would be lying.

He had been attracted to her, he couldn't remember why at the time, but he had felt a connection with her. He had liked her, more than he realized. Actually, he had liked her a lot. He didn't understand why she thought she was a bad person, just because her parents were shit heads. In a way, he now felt this urge, this urge to protect her. He didn't know why he liked her out of all the female contestants, but perhaps it was because she was as lonely as he was.

Rubbing his face with his hands, he now realized how really useless and pathetic he really was.

Dawn opened her eyes, seeing white everywhere around the room. She was in the hospital. Again. This was becoming a habit and she was becoming a burden. Strangely though, the only person she could think of, was Scott.

I'm not giving Dawn a break. Geez. Well, review