A/N: I forgot to point out that because this story is supposed to take place during the entire final year of high school, time might move a bit quicker than you think. I don't want to drag the story on for 50 chapters.

"I made dinner. Are you hungry?" Chelsea's aunt, Jenny, asked. She walked over to the bed that her niece lied on and gently placed a hand on her back.

"No," Chelsea said, weakly. She rolled over on to her side, giving her a nice view of the world outside. "I'm not hungry."

Jenny grabbed her long red hair in stress as she tilted her head down. It hurt to see her the way she was. "It's really nice outside, you know. Maybe later we can go for a walk?" She attempted to cheer her up.

Chelsea rolled her eyes with a moan. "I'm too tired. I'm not hungry. If you want to do me a favor, just leave me alone!"

Jenny knew that her niece was going through some tough times, so she resisted the urge to give her a speech about manners. She just left the room and gave the girl the privacy she wanted.

Chelsea was a mess, thinking about Raven. "How could things get this bad?" she asked herself. "I just want her back…even if I can't have her the way I want her…as my girlfriend." She quickly picked up the cordless phone by her bed, but as she held the receiver in her cold, weakened hands, hesitation seemed to swallow her alive.

"I shouldn't do this…should I…? No. Why would she want to talk to me? But if I don't call, then I'll never know. But what if …"

Chelsea jumped up in shock as the phone began to ring in her hands. "Raven?" She asked in excitement.

"No, it's Justin," a voice said.

"Oh…"

"Whoa, try to keep you disappointment a little secret," he said.

"No, no, it's just that, I was about to call her and I thought that maybe…you know, she called me first. Maybe she wanted to talk to me," Chelsea explained.

"Well, sorry, but it's just me. I wanted to ask you something."

"Something like what?" Chelsea asked with a bit of curiosity.

"Um, see, there's this place downtown, they make the best veggie burgers, and I thought maybe I could take you there…tonight?" There was a hint of anxiety in his voice. The fear of rejection was evident.

Noticing this, Chelsea, tried her best not to hurt his feelings. "Uh, Justin, tonight's not really good for me. I'm not feeling well…but thanks for asking."

" Chelsea…"

"I have to go now. I'll talk to you later," Chelsea said in a hurry to get off the phone.

"But Chels…"

She hung up before he could finish his sentence. 'I don't want to hurt him, but it's clear that I shouldn't see him. He's the reason me and Rae aren't together,' Chelsea thought.

She started to dial Ravens number, hoping that she wasn't going to bite her head off at the sound of her voice.

"Hello?" A woman asked.

"Hi, Mrs. Baxter. Is Raven there?"

" Chelsea," Tanya said, delightfully. "How are you? I haven't heard for you in so long."

"I'm ok, I guess. Can I speak to Raven? It's kind of important."

"Well, I'd love to let you talk to her, but she isn't here. She's on a date with Ben Sturky."

With that note, a lump quickly formed in Chelsea's throat, making it hard to swallow…hard to breathe.

" Chelsea? Chels, are you there?" a worried Mrs. Baxter asked.

There was a few more seconds of silence before she finally answered. "Yeah…I'm here…but I have to go," she said, bursting into tears. The phone shattered into hundreds of pieces after being hurled to the wall. Chelsea let out a scream in anger...pain …just about every emotion she'd felt since the breakup.

" Chelsea!" Jenny came running the stairs as fast as she could once she heard the commotion.

Chelsea swiftly went to her dresser and began to push it in front of the door before her aunt had the chance to burst in. She leaned against it, making entrance to the room harder.

As Jenny banged her fists against the door, Chelsea reached into one of her drawers, pulling out a tin case that used to contain mints. Popping it open, she revealed an assortment of razor blades. She had grown wiser in the world of cutting since June, after the brutal unmasking of her sexual preference. Rather than going for her easily exposed wrists, Chelsea chose to lift up her shirt instead. One ice cold blade running across her stomach seemed to make it better.

"I can control you," she yelled, addressing the pain.

Jenny began to pound harder on the door. The dresser wasn't that heavy, and could easily be moved out of the way, but once Chelsea began to grow weak again, entrance was almost too easy. She rushed in and scooped up her niece in her arms and rocked her back and forth, trying to keep her conscious.

"Why did you come here?" Chelsea asked in a shaking voice.

"Because, I love you. You need help, Chelsea. You need help."