"Hey Brit, you okay?" I hated that line. I've heard it too much today.

To everyone who asked, I told them about what happened with Kristy on the bus and they got even angrier at her. Usually, I'd keep things to myself but this was Kristy we were talking about. Nothing she'd do would get off as okay. I wasn't going to let her assault me and act like nothing happened. Everyone needed to know her and what she could do.

"She did what?" Zack grew in anger about the whole situation. This time his overprotectiveness wasn't so bad. I felt like it was something I needed at this time.

"You heard what I said," I muttered seeming very tired. The sun was making me feel dizzy. I was fuming and my head was aching. How can this day get any worse?

"I can't believe this, Brit. She's gone too far..." Zack rambled on and on about how I should've punched square in the face but I told him that Jack would totally blow up on me if I did that to her. "Fuck what Jack thinks! I think you should get mad when you want to and punch someone in the face when you need to!" he said and I smiled lightly at what he said.

"I appreciate it Zack and as much as I want to look at it the way you do, I can't." I sighed sitting on the chair by the merch table. Zack was helping Vinny today.

"Because you care about him too much, right?" he said and I nodded.

I didn't really know why he said that as if it was something disappointing but maybe if I dwelled on it more, I'd add another problem to my very big list. I didn't that right now.

"Zack, what the hell should I do about this?" I asked him as he sat down on the seat beside me. No one really came to the tent at this hour which was a good thing because I needed to talk to Zack. Vinny was out for lunch so we were both in complete solitude.

"Honestly, I don't even know but I'd try to slowly get over Jack. I mean if what Kristy says is true and that she really is pregnant, then you won't be able to touch Jack – ever. Knowing Jack, he won't be looking for anyone else once he's locked under Kristy's spell. I don't know why he stays loyal to that whore but he does and no matter how many times we convince him to get her back for all the shit she caused him, he'd just nod at what we said but that's just it. He won't be doing anything about it." He said.

"God, why does the world have to be so cruel?" I asked restlessly. I swear my head has never been this dizzy before and my throat has never been this dry.

"Are you okay?" he asked changing the subject. He kept his eyes on me. They held worry and I just laughed keeping the mood a little cheerful but it didn't really work much. "You seem a little pale."

"I'm fine, don't worry about me," I said and he rolled his eyes.

"Well not worrying about is sorta hard at this point," he said and I smiled. I felt really tired for some reason.

"Zack, is it just me or is everything around me spinning like a top?" I asked him and he raised an eyebrow. My breathing started to get heavier and I was starting to panic.

"Brit? Brit?" he exclaimed before my eyes completely closed. I heard a couple of footsteps but that was it.

Everything was black and I really didn't get why I passed out but as I laid unconscious, thoughts started flowing through my head – thoughts about what would happen if Kristy really did have that baby and how I'd lose Jack forever. I really don't want to wait until I reached the point where Jack would have to break it down to me and tell him that it'd be best if I moved on for myself. I had to move on right this moment before it got any worse and before things develop further. I needed to stop being with him and I needed to stop feeling the way I do about him because we won't happen and we never will.

Maybe in another lifetime, things might have worked out for us but in this life – a life where everything that's fair must be justified with something unfair – I guess it never will.

I know that it's quite unlike me to just give up on all this but what more can I do? I can't just keep pining for him until the baby comes and then after that. What will their kid think of me then? I bet his or her mother would talk shit about me. I mean that's like a given fact. But I just hope she gets what she deserves – hell.

I shut my eyes tighter before I reopened them. I was in an air conditioned room with white walls and I was on a soft bed. It took me a while to realize that I was actually in a hospital. I sighed as I got up slowly. I looked out the window and saw that it was dark outside.

Inside the room, I saw a few sleeping bodies. I couldn't really see who was who since it was pretty dark. One of them rolled over and got up. They all looked so helpless on the floor.

"Brittany?" I heard Garrett say.

"Hey, what are you all doing here?" I asked as he rushed over to me and hugged me.

"Well, we were worried sick about you being sick. If that makes any sense," he said and I laughed a little. The pain in my head was gone but I felt quite nauseous. Luckily in times like these, I knew how to hold in the nausea.

"Well, you guys shouldn't have stayed," I whispered not wanting to wake anyone else up. "Who's on the floor exactly?"

"Well, there's Gabe, Alex, Zack and Rian. Jack was here the whole day too but we all told him to go back to the venue because Kristy told him that if he was going to stay here, she'd come over and we didn't want that so…" he trailed off. I appreciated Jack's thoughtfulness but I knew that trying to move on would do me good. It might hurt at first but time will heal itself, right?

"They all look so uncomfortable," I said trying to get up but once I stood up, a wave of nausea hit me. It was stronger than anything I've ever felt and so I dashed right into the bathroom and puked out yellow things. Was it acid? Maybe it was bile? Why am I even puking?

Garrett rushed over to my side and held my hair out of the way as I leaned into the seat and puked in the toilet. I don't recall eating anything rotten. I made sure everything was fine before I ate anything so why was I experiencing all this?

"Is she okay?" I heard Zack ask. Shit, did I wake them all up?

"I need water," I said and I hear footsteps leave the room but Garrett was still there but this time he was rubbing my back up and down as I puked. The acid burned my throat and I wanted it all to stop but the nausea wasn't fading away.

"Here," Zack said sitting on the floor with me, opposite to Garrett.

Once I was sure I didn't have anything to puke out anymore, I flushed the toilet and asked Garrett to let go of my hair. I washed my face and gargled before drinking water. They both helped me back to the bed and never in my life did I feel so loved. I had friends. I didn't really need anything more, did I?