Hey all! I missed you, my dearest reviewers and readers and whatever the hell elseyou are! Sorry I haven't updated in like over a month… Here I am! Soo, Disclaimer: do I really need to say this again? I think not….

Shout outs:

Cinnamon Spice: Awww! That's horrible! Don't feel like that all the time! Thanks for wanting to read more but feel better now! OK? Thanks for reviewing though...

RedLA: Yeah… bipolar disorder is actually called manic depression as well so bipolar disorder as actually a type of depression. My friend actually has it and is on meds so… yeah…

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Chapter 9:

Portman was no longer steaming anymore and was walking through the hallways to his dorm room, beginning to feel very guilty. He remembered the shocked and hurt look on Ali's face as he had stormed off after practice. He decided to head to his room to cool down a little more before going to apologize. He walked through the strangely quiet and mostly deserted hallways back to his room. He pulled open the door to see Fulton, sitting on his bed, in a very bad mood, throwing the junk around him at the closet door.

"Dude, what's up?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, c'mon! I know you better than that. What the hell happened?"

"Ok, fine. I'll tell you. Tammy just called. I had asked her earlier if she wanted to actually go out like on a date and she told me that she would think about it. She just called me back and said she just wants to be friends." Fulton threw a huge book at the wall and the cover fell off. "Shit," he mumbled as he fell backwards onto his pillow. "How 'bout you? You don't look too ecstaticly happyeither."

"I just totally lost it with Ali and I kinda screamed at her and I think I kinda freaked her out."

"Oh, good job. Wow, we are doing real well with the ladies tonight."

"Hey! You know I have temper issues! I was just on a really short fuse right then."

"I know, I know! So what are you gonna do about it?"

"Apologize, I guess. I should probably go see her now."

"Good idea. Watch out though. Girls can be vicious." Fulton grinned a little.

"Will do. I shall leave you to your brooding in peace." Portman grinned back. "See ya."

"Yeah, see ya."

Portman headed out the door and into the hallway again. He kept running through his mind how he was going to tell her he was sorry but they all sounded too cheesy to him. Why do I even care if she thinks they're cheesy? She doesn't usually care ifI say anything dumb,does she? And why am I so effing nervous in the first place? It's just Ali.

Portman continued on through the courtyard to her building. He walked up to her door and hesitated before knocking. In that moment of silence, he could hear the sound of sobs coming through the door.

"Ali? Ali, it's Portman. Ali, are you alright in there?"Portman rapped on the door quickly."Hey! Can you hear me? Ali!" Portman began to panic. He pulled out his ID and shoved it into the lock, twisting it around until the lock clicked. Wrenching the door open he saw a nightmare come true.

Ali was lying on the floor, tightly curled up in a ball, shaking madly. Portman approached her quickly and knelt, grabbing her by her forearms to roll her toward him. He felt the blood rush down from his face as he saw a small pocketknife on the floor next to her and felt something drip down her arm onto his hand. She was shaking less and less now.

"No. Ali!" Portman fumbled around trying to think of what to do. He tore off strips of his shirt and wrapped them around her wrists. He grabbed her shoulders and began to gently shake her.

"Ali! Ali, wake up! Please!" Portman feltas thoughhehad just beendoused in cold water as realization swept over him. She wasn't waking up. A solitary tear rolled down his face soon to be followed by many more. Portman was crying but he didn't care. He shakily stood up, pain etched all over his face.

"I can't deal with this again!" he roared, and began to tear up the room. He smashed mirrors and picture frames, knocked over furniture, and simply broke everything he could get his hands on. Suddenly, as he pulled a shelf over he felt something small but heavy hit him square on the top of the head. He fell to the floor, dazed, and pulled himself over to where Ali still lay on the floor and grabbed her hand. He was dimly aware of panicked tears in the background as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Sorry it is soooo very depressing guys! Only a little longer til it gets happy again, never fear.