Beca sighed. Chloe had taken away her laptop, according to the doctor the laptop wasn't good for her. She'd been released a week ago and Chloe had to go to work. So Beca was alone. Like all the time. The girl got off the couch, grabbing her phone. She scribbled a note for Chloe, going for a walk.
Beca put on her headphones, blasting the music on her phone. The redhead forgot about the headphones, so she didn't get the chance to hide it. The DJ wandered for hours. Lost in the music. She glanced around, it was getting dark and she was on the other side of the city. Beca made her way back to Chloe's apartment slowly, not seeing the car creeping up beside her.
It was sudden. Somebody tugged at Beca's shirt, pulling her backwards. The girl landed on her back, head hitting the pavement. She stared up at her attacker in fear. "You?" she gasped. "That's right," they smirked, delivering a swift blow to the side of Beca's head, picking the vulnerable DJ up and driving away.
Chloe paced the living room, hoping her girlfriend would just pick up. "BECA MITCHELL! GET YOUR BUTT BACK IN THIS DOOR!" she yelled into her phone. She continued pacing, waiting for the brunette to walk through the door. Five minutes later Chloe rung Aubrey, "Bree," "Hey Chlo," Aubrey replied, "Could I help you?" Chloe just burst into tears. "Beca went for a walk and hasn't come back. She won't answer her phone and I don't know where she is! What if-" "I'm sure everything's fine," Aubrey reassured. "Stacie, Jesse, a couple of the girls, and I are flying over. Everything will be fine."
Slowly, Beca came to. "Hey baby, you're awake," a door opened, revealing a dark blonde figure. "Let me go!" Beca struggled against the restraints. "It's okay Becs, you're finally where you belong," the blonde said. "Where am I? Bring me back!" "No. Everything's right," the blonde took a seat on the chair across from Beca. "You're insane. I don't even know you," the brunette glared. "You know who I am. Don't you remember me?"
Beca snuck into her class, late as always. "Miss Mitchell. Late again." Beca gave a little shrug, moving to her seat. Most of the people just ignored her, one girl watched with curious eyes.
During lunch Beca sat by herself, headphones on. Somebody tapped her shoulder. The DJ stopped what she was doing, looking up. "Hi! I'm Gretel! Can I sit with you?" "Sure," Beca replied, focusing on her laptop. Gretel sat down and started talking. "I'm from Arizona. My favourite..." Gretel just rambled on, even though Beca couldn't hear her. "I'm going to be your best friend, okay?" Gretel wanted more than that but friends was a good start. Beca didn't respond. The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. "See you later Beca!" Gretel ran off to her next class, content with having a new friend.
"Hey new girl! " Gretel kept her head down, picking up her pace. "I heard you tried to take the Emo on a date. And you got rejected!" a couple of jocks sneered. "Go away," Gretel mumbled. "Maybe you should run back to wherever you came from!" The bullying was getting worse and Beca was always in her own world. It didn't help that Beca was totally blind to Gretel's advances. Weeks later, Gretel moved away. Her mother had been offered a new job. She never even got to say goodbye. That night, as she sat in the backseat of their car, she vowed to meet Beca Mitchell again, this time, making sure Beca was her own.