Hello once again! I'm too tired to do the author's note and my throat is blocked, so I'm just going to start this chapter now, write a page or two, and then retire to bed. Sounds like a good plan :) Oh, but before that, I got a part in Grease, my drama's production! Not a big part, but when they're at the drive through movie theatre, I'm the one acting on the screen. I. Am. The. SCIENTIST WITH AN AWFUL BUT NOT THAT BAD AMERICAN ACCENT! Okay, on with the dramatic heartbreaking chapter... :P

Josie's POV

What the crap is going on? First we're eating cereal, next we're screaming Nyan Cat, then Dan tells us to shut up and asks Phil if he's okay, then he goes outside his room, and I assume he's checking on Phil, but then he shouts. Scrap that, screams. 'PHONE AN AMBULANCE!' he yells. I fumble with my pockets before realising that I left my phone in my bag and Amy has already dialled the emergency services anyway. She puts it on speaker so Dan can explain what's happened. '999, what's your emergency?'

'My name's Daniel Howell and I found my brother Adrian Howell on the floor in my bathroom and there... there's blood everywhere and... There are cuts... So many cuts...' Dan's shouting the information from room to room, sobbing as he does.

'Okay,' says the woman calmly, 'Do you believe it is self-harm or is it an assault/murder issue?'

'Um... Self... Harm... There's a... k-knife in his hand...' Dan breathes, almost hyperventilating. Where's Phil in all this? Where is he? I get to my feet and so does Amy, trying to act calm. My breathing can't help but rise rapidly, knowing that there may be a dead body just feet away from me. Amy doesn't look fazed, as if she's done this before. She's been to a survival camping trip, she probably has. Dan's silent with shock. 'Dan,' says Amy, coming to his side, putting her arms round his shoulders. 'What do I do?' Dan reaches out for help, but I'm not sure if it's from Amy or the woman. Definitely not me. 'Just stay calm, Daniel,' says the woman protectively, although it almost sounds like a threat. 'I can't...' Dan whimpers, 'I can't...'

This is obviously very hard for him, and hard for me too. Tears are coming to my eyes and I'm refusing to look towards Dan and Amy and where they're looking. 'Daniel, can you hear me?' says the woman.

'Yeah,' says Dan, unsure.

'Give me your address and I'll send an ambulance right there.'

'O...Okay.' Dan gives her the address and she immediately replies, 'Good, good. Who is there with you?'

'Two female friends and I think my male flatmate.'

'Get one of the girls to lie him on his side and check his cuts. Take the knife off him, as he could become angry if he awakens and use it as a weapon. Just stay calm until the ambulance arrives. What floor are you on?'

'Fourth.'

'Alright, that's okay. Daniel, go and sit down and try to calm down and let one of your friends take care of the procedure. Do they understand what they must do?'

'Yes,' Amy replies, very sure of her reply. 'Just talk to me, Daniel, just talk to me and stay calm,' replies the woman.

I take a daring move and step forward as Dan steps away to sit down, revealing the petrifying sight that is his brother. His face is pale, there are dark patches under his eyes, but that's the least of it. His arms are covered. Red. They're drenched in his own blood and for a second I blink and it just looks like he's been flipped inside-out. It's disgusting. Gaping cuts run along his arm, revealing more blood and some sort of body parts, although I have no idea what it is. The cuts are deep. Deeper than I ever cut myself before. His arms look so skinny you could stick a needle in his wrist and hit bone but obviously not. His eyelids are almost black with bruises and there's a large lump on his head that looks like it was formed from banging his head against a wall. Oh my God... Adrian is dead. Is he? Amy's knelt beside him, her eyes turning red with sorrow. Don't cry Amy, when you cry, I cry. She leans her head against his chest gently, checking his pulse. She immediately draws her head back as if there are drums pounding in his chest. 'What?' I say, the first word formed from my mouth since Dan shouted.

'He's breathing.'

'DAN!' I scream without hesitation. 'HE'S ALIVE!'

'Really?' Dan says hopefully as if we were messing with him. I'd make a sarcastic comment, but now is anything but the right time to do it. 'Yeah! He's breathing!'

'He's breathing, he's breathing, he's alive, he's alive!' Dan tells the consultant hurriedly. 'Good,' I hear her reply, but I lose interest in the conversation after that. Amy's head is still on his chest, but this time she isn't so gentle. Her face is down, not to the side, not listening to his breathing. Her eyes are snapped shut. 'Amy...?' I whisper, attempting not to startle her. 'I did this to him.' she states blankly, unable to portray emotion into her voice. 'It's my fault...'

I'm positive she didn't. I'm certain she didn't do anything but she's always putting herself down like that. There's not much I can say other than, '...W-what?'

'I saw Adrian when I first came into the flat for the second time today. He'd been crying, so I pulled him into the bathroom and had a chat with him but he said that anyone except me could help him. Or Dan. I have no idea what I did, Josie, but I did something. And then he... kissed me.'

'EXCUSE ME?' I say, louder than I should've. Her head is still resting on his chest, listening to the rhythmic thumps of his heart. 'I mean... excuse me?' I whisper, the most unsubtle I could be. 'Amy, Dan can not know.'

'Why? We kissed once. And I was the one kissing him...'

'Because he likes you. He fucking likes you. It's as plain as the fucking Sun.'

She coughs unevenly before saying, 'And may I ask for your sources?'

'My what now?'

'Evidence...'

'Dan himself.'

Amy's POV

I'm pretty sure I can feel my eyes inflating. Yup, they are. The tiles around me fade into a blur of blue and white and my vision is one huge sky-coloured smudge. I hate myself. He likes me and I fucking kissed his brother. God, it's like I'm on some soap opera. Well, at least I'm not pregnant at 15 like most soaps do at one some point in the plot. At least, I don't think I'm pregnant...

'Nononononononono,' I mumble, bringing my hands to my head and leaning down on Adrian again. 'Amy, what the fuck?' snaps Josie.

'What?' I slur, unable to stop my speech.

'Amy pull yourself together. This is a crime scene not an episode of Eastenders or Corrie (A/N (TERRIBLE) British soaps if you didn't know :D).' I can't help it. I've never had a boyfriend in my entire life, or ever came close for that matter, apart from an unexplained Valentine's card in Year 8 that turned out to be a prank from my ex best friend Ronnie. I wonder what she's doing now, actually... Okay Amy, I know you aren't good when it comes to panicking, but don't start thinking about that bitch and what she did to you. That's for another existential crisis. Oh, God, Dan... Why do you do this to me...?

A lone tear trickles down my cheek. Well, it makes it half-way down my cheek before staining Adrian's t-shirt a deep grey. Another one makes it's way out of my eye, and another, before I'm full on sobbing. Josie's staring at me. Not as if she's interested, or attempting to help by looking pitiful, just... observing. Like she isn't there at all. 'No...' I cry, louder and louder by the second, the salty tears leaking out of my grey-green eyes. I can't control them now, their flowing at their own speed. I don't attempt to wipe them away or conceal them; I let them burn my face and stain my cheeks red. 'It's my fault, Josie. It's my fucking fault and I can't do anything. He'll have scars for the rest of his life and it's my fault. I've known him a fucking day for fuck's sake and I do this? What would happen if I knew him for years? I'd kill him, Josie, I'd kill him!'

I lift my head slightly so I'm not mumbling and she can take my seriously. I peer at Adrian's shirt. Damn, I cried a lot. There's a huge wet blob on the middle of his shirt and I feel a little like I've destroyed some evidence. I'm such an ugly crier. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. Dan shouts just enough to be heard, yet it's more of a whimper, 'They're here. The ambulance is here.'

'Okay!' shouts Josie, louder than she usually does. Next thing I know there are women busting through the door, like in Casualty or Holby City (A/N more British soaps :P) and one blonde woman barges past me and kneels down beside Adrian. 'It's worse than I expected,' she states grimly. I stand up, my face drenched, and move to one side to give her some room. She checks his pulse like I did, and says, 'He's breathing.' Uh, yeah – No shit Sherlock. 'His blood level is decreasing,' she says, bland as ever, as a brunette who I hadn't noticed standing in the doorway carries in a stretcher. Josie scurries out of the way to let her past as I squeeze in, pressed up against the shower. The brunette almost 'scoops' up Adrian's mangled body, compresses it so it fits into the stretcher, straps him in, and her and the blonde carry him away. It's as simple as that. Check the pulse. Get a stretcher. Chuck the victim in the stretcher. Walk away.

I suddenly realise my surroundings. There's a few specks of blood trailed across the floor and a few smudges the paramedics knelt on and dragged across the tiles. On a scale of one to ten, I'm a one right now. By that I mean how I'm feeling.

I woke up feeling an 8.

I then felt an 11, if that's possible.

In college, a 5.

With Adrian, a 9.

With Dan, a billion ASDFGHJKLs smooshed into a 900 digit number.

With Adrian, a matter of minutes ago, a 3.

But now he's gone... I'm a one.

And there's only one number left.

Zero.

I know what you're thinking – WOW, right? How unbelievably poetic was that right there? I KNOW! Amazing. Anywayyyyy, I'd like to say a nice 'ILY too!' to Georgia! I haven't met you, but I read a fanfiction and this girl who wrote it had the exact same sort of 'relationship' with her! SHOUTOUT TO DAFLINT AND OEVE THERE! Sorry about that... Yeah, thanks, Georgia (I'm just gonna call you Georgia from now on because 'I'mprobablyjustprocrastinating' is quite tiring to type) for checking my channel out! ILY too! And... I would say something here but I think everyone else is bored as hell... Yeah. Review and stuff! Yay! 3