That's it. It's all over. They're gone.

She had nothing left.

There was no need for her in this planet anymore. All she was was toxic. Everyone who ever gets close to her, ends up being poisoned. She deserved nothing more than this. She didn't know why she was waiting. Staring at the water, thinking her final thoughts, she was hurting.

Really hurting.

What hurt even more was...nobody else seemed bothered. Nobody had tried to find her, pedestrians just walked right past. She'd been idiotic to think anybody cared, she knew that.

Not even Chloe cared.

She must have gotten Beca's message. And she hasn't attempted to even say goodbye. Well, that does it. She clearly wasn't wanted. She climbed up onto the ledge. All she had to do was jump. And the current would take her, hopefully to a better place.

A red car screeched to a stop, and a redhead jumped out. She saw a figure on the railing. Chloe had never felt such relief and pain at the same time before, nor had she ever been religious, but looking at the small figure now, knowing she wasn't too late, she almost got on her knees and thanked the heavens.

But she could do that later. Because the figure had stuck their foot out.

"BECA!"

Beca whipped around, almost losing her footing. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were stained with tears. She had a lighter in one hand, her phone in the other.

"What the fuck? I don't hear from you for a week, get a voicemail from you at 3 in the fucking morning, thanking me for being your friend and saying goodbye? What the fuck? And I find you standing at the edge of a fucking bridge?" Chloe yelled at her in disbelief, tears also trailing down her cheeks as she stormed up to the girl and yanked her from the railing.

Beca just broke down in uncontrollable sobs, stumbling forward, away from the bridge, and almost falling to the grass. "I'm sorry!"

"Okay, okay…" Chloe said, moving closer and wrapping her arms securely over the younger girl, lowering her to the grass and sitting next to her. "What happened? Why are you here, ready to…"

Beca just collapsed in her arms, crying and shaking like there was no tomorrow. "They're gone, Chloe!"

"Who are? Beca, what is going on?" Chloe asked in concern, wondering if she should take Beca to the hospital, this certainly wasn't a state anyone should be in.

"They're gone, they're gone! It's all my fault!"

"Beca, listen to me. Take a deep breath, and tell me what's going on so I can help."

"No one can help me. Can't you see!?" Beca screamed, bowing her head and fisting her fingers through her hair and squeezing her eyes shut. "I'm defective! I'm a bomb! I get close to people and it all blows up in my face! Stay away from me, before I kill you too!"

"Beca!" Chloe snapped her out of it, quickly taking the lighter that the brunette had begun to press out of her hands, fearing for Beca's health more than ever now. "Shh, you are not a bomb. Now, take deep breaths. That's it, shh, we're both fine and I'm not going anywhere. I promise,"

"P-promises don't exist." Beca whispered. "They give false hope. Grandma promised me. But she broke it! I broke it! And they're gone!"

"Who is, Beca?"

"Grandma and Grandpa. They wanted me to come for Easter and I didn't even move. If I had gone, they'd still be here. It's my fault. I killed them."

Beca had reached past the point of a break down. She wasn't even crying anymore, just staring off into space as she spoke, a horror-stricken look on her face. She was rocking back and forth slightly. She looked as if she was losing her mind with the weight of an ugly guilt atop her heavy shoulders. Chloe looked at her, really looked at her, under the soft glow of the street lights. She'd lost weight. Her cheeks were sullen, her eyes had purple circles under them, as if she hadn't slept in days. And her wrists.

God, her wrists.

There were red lines on them. Cuts. Fresh cuts. Physical wounds that only added to the gaping mental wounds inside. Some were deep, others barely made more of a scratch.

Chloe wanted to throw up.

She knew Beca had cut before, at some point in her life, because she saw and felt the scars in rehearsal once. But they were old, so she hadn't questioned it. Beca seemed normal enough, happy enough, most of the time, so Chloe had thought it a thing of the past.

Chloe had been wrong.

Beca's hair was unruly and she certainly hadn't had a shower in a while, either. She looked shattered. Something had truly shattered her. Sent her spiralling. Spiralling into this state.

"Beca, you didn't kill anyone. It wasn't your-"

"I did. They needed me, and I didn't go. Grandpa's memory was getting worse. I was supposed to renew his prescription and I didn't, because I wasn't fucking there. And where was I? Fucking being a useless idiot! Lying in bed whilst they died. What kind of granddaughter lies in bed whilst their grandparents die, Chloe?" She asked in a whisper. "WHAT KIND?" Beca roared, making Chloe jump. "A depressed kind! The-The kind who throws away her fucking meds on purpose! That kind. He forgot to put out the fire before going to bed. And open the floo. The whole house burnt down. They burnt to death." She shook her head manically. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't be here. I should be dead, like them. I should have burnt with them!"

"It was a tragic accident, you don't deserve to-"

"I DO! I always have. Don't question it, Chloe. I was going to go the same way. Burn to death. But then you came. Why didn't you just let me die, Chloe? Everybody else hates me. Sheila, Jesse, the Bellas. Grandma and Grandpa was all I had left. And I blew that up too. No one wants me on this world. All I do is fuck everyone else up. I'm a fucking insecure, antisocial, depressed bomb. I deserve to blow up. Tonight was the night. I was going to join Grandma and Grandpa and mom and Aunt Carol. Burn myself to death. Go just like they did. And if that didn't work, I'd jump. Either way, I'll be dead by sunrise. So just leave, Chloe. GO! FORGET ABOUT ME! It's hard enough having to leave you! You're the only one who cares about me here! But I can't live like this. I can't live knowing I killed them. Let me die."

"Beca, none of us hate you! All the Bellas think what you did was great, it just threw us off. Jesse's a dick who is trying to change you into his idea of a perfect girlfriend, and he's only being nonchalant because he knows it's not working. I know you were close with your grandparents, and you grew up under their care, but Beca; your grandparents wouldn't want you to do this. You'll see them again someday, and they'll be with you always. But committing suicide is the last thing they would want. What would your grandpa say if he was here and you told him what you were gonna do?"

"He'd call me an idiot and probably ask me to take him with me because he can't stand another day of Grandma's tuna casserole," Beca chuckled, her eyes lightening slightly as she talked about her family.

"And what would your grandma say?"

"She'd take it as a joke. And tell me that if I really do it I better not come back to haunt her, or else she'd die to haunt me too." Beca said softly, before showing a watery smile and looking at Chloe. "Grandma would show me why I shouldn't do it. She was a lot like you, Chlo. Always happy, always caring, always cracking jokes and smiley, but she'd know when to get serious."

"Exactly. And even if they aren't physically here, right now they're up in heaven, I'm sure they'd both be too upset to cope, knowing that their granddaughter committed suicide. You have eighteen years of memories, sweetheart. And your grandparents are gonna live on inside you forever. In everything. In what you do, and how you act, and how you remember them. I for one would never smile again if you did this, Beca. Everyone wouldn't be able to cope, not even Aubrey." Chloe nudged her. "Don't you see, Beca? Of course you're going to be depressed right now, you're grieving. And it's gonna feel like you'll never be happy again, but I promise you, you will."

"I haven't been happy for three years Chloe. What makes you think I'll ever be happy again?" Beca said harshly, glaring at the redhead.

Chloe put the comment aside for the time being. "You are so talented, Beca, and even if you were to throw your life away, I can't let you throw away your talent. There are still so many people out there who need to hear your work, and they're going to."

"I'm never gonna eat Grandma's casserole again!" Beca wailed, some sort of realisation hitting her. She began to sob uncontrollably, body wracking and shaking. "I want my grandma!"

"I-"

"They were my grandparents!" She choked, her cries of utter heartbreak sounding out through the streets.

Chloe had never seen anyone like this, in so much pain. It scared her. It made her want to break too.

"And they will always be your grandparents," Chloe told her softly. "And if you were to do this, Bec, believe you me, I'll be in the same state you are. I'm sure planning a funeral for two people is enough, three's a crowd. Now, I want you to throw that lighter in the river, okay? And promise me you're not going to kill yourself."

"Chloe-"

"PROMISE ME, BECA!" Chloe shouted, tears she'd been keeping in this entire time finally rushing out as she gripped onto Beca's wrists and stared into her eyes.

"I promise I won't kill myself." Beca said shakily.

"Again."

"I promise I won't kill myself." The brunette nodded.

"Here," Chloe gave her back her lighter. "Into the river. Come on,"

Beca stood up, shaking as she stepped towards the edge of the bridge. Chloe kept a firm hold on her arm, knowing that she'd be able to catch Beca if she had the sudden impulse to just do it. She watched as Beca threw the lighter away.

"Good." Chloe took a deep breath. "Come on, Becs, you did good. I know they'll be more proud of you for refusing this urge than for actually giving into it. I'm taking you back to mine and Bree's, okay?"

"Okay." Beca said distantly. "I'm sorry." She almost broke down again.

"I know," Chloe said softly, leading Beca to her car.