ARRGH! My MicrosoftWord is broken, and I don't have any other methods of writing (not even Notepad, I'm a mess) so I have to write directly on the internet. I wrote this entire chapter and my computer was DISCONNECTED! DO YOU KNOW HOW MAD THAT MAKES ME?

Anyway, the last chapter was really bugging me because it was so short. I kept thinking about it and I finally wrote this.

I don't own RENT.

Maureen is yelling. Loudly.

I don't know what to think or do; my head is spinning. I now understand what is like forpeople to try to describe love in books and movies and poems. I could say it's like walking on a cloud or the first bloom of spring, but that's a load of crap.

I hear Maureen start down the stairs and I throw on my clothes to go after her. I only see Maureen below me, but I shout out to her girlfriend anyway. "Where are you going?" Yes, very macho.

I can't catch her, she's too fast. I need my bike. When I get to the loft, I look out the window to see her headed for the cemetary.

Of corse, girl talk.

Did this bike get heavier? I can't see the steps below me; I just know I'm going to stumble and fall. Maureen is waiting at the bottom. "Now where are you-?"

I push past her and slam the door in her face.

Concentrate on the pedals, now, keep moving forward. Do I really want to see her now? Would it really make this any easier? I find myself taking the long way to the cemetary.

I'm riding through the park, watching the trees shoot past me. I hear the steady rythm of the chain and tires on my bike. I close my eyes and listen until something throws off the beat. I stop. Somewhere closeby there is a hacking cough. I turn toward the sound and see a figure leaning on a tree. It couldn't be-

"Collins!" I say, running towards him. "Oh shit, what happened?"

He moans helplessly, slouching over.

"Oh my God, you need help," I breathe, shaking.

"No," he says weakly, grabbing my sleeve. "I...fine...walking...fell..."

"You're not fine." I say firmly, "Tell me what happened,"

His eyelids droop, fighting unconsiousness. Slowly, very slowly, he moves his hand away from his stomach where I didn't notice it had been. His shirt and coat are soaked with blood.

"Oh my God," I say again, "Collins, you need a hospital!" My mind is racing, there is nothing I can do. If I stay here, I won't be able to find help. If I leave, he might not be here when I get back. No, that won't happen. That can'thappen. "I'm going for help," I hear myself telling him, his eyes trying to stay open. "Stay here and hold on."

What now? There's no one else nearby, except...

I hop on my bike and speed toward Angel's grave. What do I say? How do I explain this?

She's there, beautiful as ever. I'm too shaken by what I've seen to push my feelings for her out of my mind. I ride up behind her, about to shout her name...

She's saying something...

"I love him!" she shouts.

My tires screech to a stop as I realize that I've pulled the break.

This story is starting to frusterate me, I can't seem to be able to make these chapters not be rushed!

I'm pretty sure Collins isn't going to die, you guys.

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