She hated crying.

She hated feeling weak.

Everything inside of her hurt.

Sasha continued to cry as her friend tried desperately to help her, even holding her in her arms while she cried. She didn't deserve Bayley. She didn't deserve her friendship, her kindness. She didn't deserve Becky or Charlotte's concern. She didn't deserve any of the friends she had.

Sasha moaned, wishing she was anywhere but here. Her head hurt from all the crying; and possibly from not eating or drinking enough water for the last week. She shouldn't be tired. She had slept too much this week. But she was. So, so, tired. Her body felt limp in Bayley's arms, the youngest of the four women feeling like she couldn't even hold herself up right now.

Weak. Pathetic. Crybaby.

Sasha thought back to some of the posts she'd been tagged in on social media, all of the horrible things people were saying about her. Undeserving. Untalented. Useless.

She had tried so hard. She just wanted to be the best. She wanted to be something. She wanted to stand for something. She just wanted to go out there and do what she loved, but she also wanted people to recognize how hard she worked, how talented she felt like she was.

And then things had gone terribly, horribly wrong.

Sasha shuddered at the thought, sobbing even harder as she thought about the events of last week. If they only knew. If they only knew the truth. If they only knew what happened.

But she couldn't tell them. Nobody would believe her now.

Sasha wrapped her fists around Bayley's shirt, noticing the darkness of the bruising on her knuckles. She had thought they would fade by now, but apparently she had been wrong. She had been wrong about a lot of things.

Sasha closed her eyes, wishing she could just disappear, wishing her friends would just leave her alone and go back to their lives. They were wasting their time. They shouldn't be here. Charlotte and Becky were both in new relationships. Bayley hadn't been home in weeks. She was supposed to go home this week, be with her dog, see her other friends.

The thought that her friends had put their lives on hold simply for her only made her cry harder, eventually crying herself to sleep in Bayley's arms.

"She needs to eat something."

"She needs a whole of things. Food, a shower, to talk…." muttered Bayley, sighing as she glanced down at her friend still fast asleep in her arms.

"I just wish we knew what happened. How does she go from being okay to not even being able to get out of bed? What has to happen for that shift to come virtually overnight?" asked Charlotte, Bayley shaking her head. "I wish I knew."

Sasha stirred in her sleep, blinking away the sleep as she felt someone's arm around her, glancing up at Bayley and then ducking her head as Bayley offered her a smile.

"Hey pretty girl. How you feeling?" asked Becky softly, kneeling down and grasping Sasha's chin, forcing her to look up at her.

Sasha shrugged, pushing herself out of Bayley's arm, wanting to hide away again, but all three girls stopped her this time, Charlotte pulling her blanket away from her.

She was met with a glare from Sasha. "Talk to us, Sash. What's going on, honey?"

"Sash….."

Bayley's voice was soft and gentle, her hand reaching out to grab her friend's hand in her own.

"Hey, we want to help, okay? Let us in. Let us help," said Bayley, Sasha avoiding her gaze.

"Will you come downstairs and eat something, love? There's some toast and eggs and avocados down there for you...your favorite breakfast…." coaxed Becky, Sasha sighing. She struggled just to get out of bed most days, let alone eat.

"Please, love? For me?" whispered Becky, once more forcing Sasha to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her tearful eyes.

"Okay," whispered Sasha, her voice barely audible, but it was the first time she had spoken since they had arrived the previous afternoon and so they were taking what they could get at the moment.

She had taken all of five bites of her breakfast, pushing the rest around on her plate. Bayley sighed, reaching over and stopping her friend. "Come on Sasha, eat a little bit more. You've got to be starving, honey,"

Sasha groaned, placing a small piece of avocado into her mouth. "I'm not hungry."

"Alright, Sash, take down the wall. Just talk to us, okay? What the hell happened last Monday?" asked Charlotte, tired of coddling the youngest of the foursome and getting nowhere fast.

"Nothing. Just leave me alone."

"Nothing doesn't have you considering walking out on your contract and disappearing into a black hole of sadness, Sash," continued Charlotte, knowing full well that she was throwing gasoline onto a struggling fire, just waiting for Sasha to explode. She hoped that the explosion would at least give them some answers as to what was going on in that head of hers.

"Shut up! You have no idea what I'm thinking, so just stop!" cried Sasha, pushing the plate of food away entirely, leaning her head down on the table.

"Then tell us, Sasha. We want to help you. Don't keep pushing us away," said Becky, sighing when Sasha flinched at her touch...again.

"I didn't ask you to come, okay? So just go."

"Sasha, we didn't have to come," said Charlotte, Bayley instantly shooting daggers at her, silently warning her not to finish that statement. "We came because we're worried about you. This isn't like you, Sasha. We just want to help."

Sasha rolled her eyes. "Just go back to Andrade and leave me alone," she muttered, Charlotte throwing her hands up in defeat, Bayley stepping in before the conversation went any further.

"Sash, you know we love you and we care about you," whispered Bayley, wrapping her arms around Sasha's thin frame, placing a kiss to her hair. "You're hurting, babygirl. We just don't like seeing you this way," offered Bayley, Sasha shoving herself away from her friend, away from the table.

"Sasha!"

Bayley called after her, Becky running after her, only to be met with the bathroom door slammed in her face, the sound of Sasha locking it causing even more frustration for the trio.

Becky turned back around, sighing as she leaned against the now locked bathroom door, glancing over at Bayley and Charlotte.

"What now?"

Bayley sighed, rubbing the exhaustion out of her eyes, trying to figure out what on earth they could do next. She couldn't leave. There was no way she was just gonna leave Sasha like this.

"We just wait? Hope she comes out on her own?" asked Bayley, shrugging. It was her best answer at the moment. Charlotte groaned, shaking her head, picking up her phone.

"What are you doing?" asked Bayley, Charlotte pushing buttons.

"I'm gonna find out what the fuck happened to her last week."