The first thing she noticed when she walked into the gym was the fact there weren't any chairs. It wasn't something a person's mind would gravitate to, but Beca had to be cautious of the hard surfaces on which she sat because of an injury from her childhood. As she walked further into the gym with Aubrey by her side, she ran through theories of why they were missing. Mrs. Westmore neglected to inform them of what their activity for the day was and the schedule only stated TBA.

"Everyone take a seat anywhere in the gym. Don't be afraid to spread out." The counselor, Mackenzie, announced before exiting the room.

Beca looked at Aubrey and the two walked to far side of the gym, the rest of their little group joining them sans Benji who went off with the guys for their activity. Beca eased down onto the wooden floor as opposed to flopping down like everyone (except Aubrey) had done. This action was noticed but not spoken of by Aubrey who just offered her a small smile in return. Once she managed to find a comfortable position that didn't put too much pressure on her lower back, she turned her focus to the other occupants in the room, gauging their reaction to the uncertainty of the situation they were in. some people were chatting casually while others sat stiffly, keeping to themselves.

The counselors re-entered the gym and everyone turned to face them, initially silent before a wave of murmuring broke out. Aubrey turned to face the counselors and she was extremely grateful for the noise in the gym for it hid the shocked gasp that escaped when her mind slammed to a halt.

Each counselor held several blindfolds. Beca turned from where she was angrily eyeing the counselors to see Aubrey trembling, her eyes focused on the blindfolds in Mackenzie's hand. She reached out and discreetly took Aubrey's hand in hers, trying to calm her roommate who was obviously on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"It's going to be alright." She whispered and Aubrey grabbed her hand, gripping it tightly.

"No it's not…"

Their attention was grabbed by a man neither recognized, standing in the middle of the gym. Beca assumed he was one of the other group therapists.

"Good afternoon ladies. For those of you that don't know who I am, I'm Mr. Jareau and I'm the therapist for group two. This exercise will serve as a vital step towards recovery," he began, cutting straight to the point, not caring or being required to sugarcoat anything.

"To understand why you all choose the lifestyles you've chosen for yourselves, you need to, first, understand yourselves. Find your own personal triggers because whether you know it or not, you all have one. You'd all be surprise to learn they aren't' what you believe them to be."

Pointing to the counselors, he signaled for them to begin handing out the blindfolds.

"We have two exercises today and they each involve the use of these blindfolds."

Aubrey silently accepted one from Mackenzie, hardly feeling the material as it slipped into her hand. A quick glance around the room indicated that her mood of apprehension was shared by the other girls in the room as the others stared down at the fabric in their hands nervously.

"Each of these exercises will involve five minutes blindfolded as we do the activity, a ten minute reflection period and then time to talk over your experiences. After the two activities, your afternoon will be devoted to silent and individual reflection to really think about the impact of this program and what it is we are trying to do. Allow yourselves to take in the words presented to you. Allow your reactions and responses to guide you towards the right decision."

There was a few seconds of silence as each girl absorbed the weight of the words and both Aubrey and Beca could feel the shiver of apprehension run through them.

"You can all put on your blindfolds now."

Aubrey looked down at the black ribbon in her hand and she immediately could feel her chest constrict. A quick glance to Beca, she wiped at a tear,

"I—I can't do this Beca. You know how I feel about stuff like this. When I was in that closet—not being able to see…all of the control being in his hands—"she explained, her breath coming out in short pants. Beca dropped her blindfold as she reached over and took Aubrey's face in her hands.

"Listen to me, Bree," she whispered. "I'm going to be right here with you, okay? I'm not going anywhere, I promise." She whispered.

"Are you sure?" Aubrey whimpered. Beca nodded her head, reaching down for the blonde's blindfold.

"Take a deep breath, Bree, and just remember I'm right here next to you." Beca said, placing the blindfold around Aubrey's head, removing any ability to see on the blonde's part.

Beca reached down and grabbed her own blindfold. She quickly wrapping it around her head, squeezing her eyes shut an instant before the blindfold covered her eyes.

She quickly reached down, searching blindly for the blonde's hand. She pulled their joined hands behind them so that their hand holding would be hidden by their bodies and the wall which they were sitting against.

Her body was shaking, Beca noticed, but only a little. Nevertheless, it wasn't enough to alert any of the counselors to the blonde's distress. She rubbed her thumb back and forth across the back of Aubrey's hand and whispered, "I'm right here, Bree."

Aubrey took several deep breaths, trying to stop the oncoming panic attack she felt brewing. If she could crawl into the safety of the mind she might survive this.

However, no matter how much she tried, she couldn't detach herself enough to not be aware of the rest of the room; of the nervous shuffling, a couple of murmurs quickly silenced. Having one sense taken away always heightened the others and she could actually tell who was nervous - more nervous than the rest of course - by how they were breathing.

Beca was nervous and she could tell that Beca was trying to strong for her.

The silence dragged on and Beca was at the brink of thinking that this was just a pointless activity meant to single out which girls actually feared the inability to see. How each girl reacted to the control they've relinquished with their sight.

That is, until someone shouted,

"Look at her…she's a slut!"

Huh? Beca was confused.

Lockers were slammed shut. Was that a shower running? All of a sudden the room got really hot and humid. It felt like a locker room, if the moisture in the air was anything to go by.

Aubrey clenched her eyes tighter as if the darkness could get any darker, and the fingers below Beca's hand twisted tightly together, shaking violently as she tried to find a grip against the dizzying sensations around her.

"So what she was able to keep up with the boys in basketball? Everyone knows she only did it for their attention."

The image painted itself in Beca's mind so vividly and quickly that Beca shuddered violently, trying to push it away. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remove the voices, the sounds, the feelings. It was like high school all over again.

The once female voice shouting in the gym was eventually replaced by a male.

"It was cool before, hanging out with the guys, but why aren't you like the other girls? Are you a dyke or something?"

A group of female counselors laughed, "We can't change around her. She might try to rape us or something."

There were a couple of gasps at that and the tension in the gym rose immensely. Before there was an air of confusion plaguing the room but now everyone realized what was going on.

Girl's locker room after gym class. Teenage girls gossiping and throwing petty insults. Any weakness being picked up on and used against them. Of course there were some in the room who wouldn't be affected at all and would actually blend in perfectly in that atmosphere but most were used to the idea of being an outsider. Used to being picked on, harassed, and the unwilling recipient of the cruelty of high school.

The voices increased in volume and Aubrey bit her tongue in an effort to find something to ground her. Otherwise, she would breakdown completely and be thrown in the one place worse than her own mind. The pain and blood in her mouth kept her where she was but she couldn't keep the torrent of voices from rushing at her, blending together into a cacophony of hatred.

"You're a failure!"

Aubrey's voice hitched at that.

"I've done everything I could to give you a good life. How could you disappoint me like this?"

"This is just a phase!"

"You had everything going for you!"

"I won't have a lesbian for a daughter!"

Aubrey couldn't breathe. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get enough air into her lungs.

"STOP!" she cried out, reaching up to rip the blindfold from her face.

"Aubrey, the five minutes haven't passed." Mr. Jareau reprimanded.

Beca ripped her blindfold off at the sound of Aubrey's voice. She saw Aubrey sitting against the wall with her head wedged between her knees as she rocked back and forth.

"Aubrey, calm down. It's me Beca." She whispered, but was pulled away by an orderly before she had the chance to properly check on the other girl.

"Get off me!" she screamed, scrambling on her knees to get back to the crying girl. However, her frantic attempts to get back to Aubrey were futile since she couldn't escape the strong hold one of the male orderlies had around her waist. Mackenzie and Caleb rushed over to Aubrey.

Mackenzie reached out to the distressed teen, but Aubrey, instinctively lashed out, her foot landing on the bridge of Mackenzie's nose. The female counselor clutched her nose that was now gushing blood and walked out of the gym to tend to her nose.

The other girls in the gym watched Lindsey, who returned to the gym after an impromptu exit, jog over to Caleb and handed him a titanium suitcase, kneeling to take his place in restraining the now hysterical blonde who continued to struggling in Caleb's arms. He waited for another orderly, Jonathan, to come over and hold down Aubrey before he fully released his hold on her. He reached over and opened the silver case revealing a case with several syringes and glass vials.

Seeing this and all of the possibilities of what could be in the vials, Beca tried once again to try and break free of the bear hold she was in.

"Leave her alone!" Beca yelled out.

Aubrey kicked and screamed but she was unable to break free from the two male orderlies who had arrived to help and were now holding her down while Caleb prepared a syringe that he retrieved from the white bag. Beca demanded to know what it was they were injecting in her roommate but no one answered. Aubrey looked over at Beca, her eyes bleeding a desperate plea for Beca to help her.. Beca continued to struggle in the arms of the orderly but it was no use and she could only watch, helpless as Aubrey's eyes rolled to the back of head before her eyelids drifted shut.

Mackenzie walked back into the gym. Wads of tissue had been shoved into her right nostril and she panted heavily, taking in large gulps of air through her mouth. She stood by and watched just as Caleb was removing the syringe from Aubrey's arm, a small stream of blood running down her arm. He turned and placed the syringe in a plastic bag that he pulled from the silver case and handed it to Mackenzie, telling her to discard it. Mackenzie nodded and kneeled to pick up the titanium case, slamming it shut.

Jonathan lifted a now unconscious Aubrey into his arms and carried her out of the room. Once the scene was cleared Beca was released.

"Miss Mitchell. Please replace your blindfold or you will be punished for insubordination which warrants a level two punishment." Mr. Jareau warned when the orderlies released her.

Beca looked back at the door that Aubrey was just carried out of and clenched her fist in anger. However, her words halted in her mouth before she could respond to the therapist. She knew she would be of no help to Aubrey if she were to be punished, so she reluctantly complied. Rolling her eyes, she replaced her blindfold, determined to find Aubrey as soon as they were let out of the gym.

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Beca exited the gym, dropping her blindfold into the basket that Mackenzie and Caleb held by the door. Seeing the bandage on Mackenzie's nose as well as the black eye she sported, Beca smirked a little.

As she walked through the threshold she tuned in to the conversation they were trying to have between themselves.

"She had to be sedated. They put her in isolation but they said the sedation should wear off in a few hours allowing her to serve most of her time in the box." Caleb whispered. She narrowed her eyes at the older man before purposely bumping into him as she exited the room.

Beca clenched her fist, running to catch up with the rest of the group that had been ahead of her in the line.

"Hey, Beca." Jane said, holding the door open that led to the dining hall for the rest of the group.

"Hey, guys." She responded plainly. She really wasn't in the mood to socialize or be friendly with anyone.

"Are you still worrying about Aubrey?" Paulie asked, shoving the brunette playfully.

She, like everyone else in the gym had watched as the orderlies drugged and then carried Beca's roommate out of the gym. She even overheard plenty of the girls talking about Aubrey, whispering that she was a nutcase and had gone insane. She knew none of those things were true but she did freak out of nowhere. Maybe Beca could tell her what happened since they were sitting so close to each other.

Beca looked up from where she was watching her feet drag along the tiled floor and nodded her head reluctantly.

"You guys, she's—she's claustrophobic and I know she won't survive in isolation without having a panic attack." She explained.

Paulie raised an eyebrow at Jane and the Italian just shoved her, mumbling for her to stay out of Beca's business. She wasn't in the mood to hear any more of the Washington native's thoughts on the relationship between their friends.

"Well what do you want to do? It's not like you can break her out like last time since they now station guards outside the isolation rooms." Cynthia Rose pointed out.

"I know and I was thinking that maybe if I could be there with her she might not freak out as much." Beca explained, reaching out to grab a food tray and followed the girls to the dinner line.

"You're not thinking about getting yourself thrown in isolation are you?" Jane questioned. She turned to thank the cook as the older woman placed a piece of lasagna on her tray. Beca didn't answer as she put out her tray to receive the cuisine as well.

"That's what you're thinking, isn't it?" Paulie said and Beca shrugged.

"So what if I am. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that it has to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Who purposely gets themselves thrown in isolation?" Paulie quipped, grabbing a can of coke out of the bin filled with iced.

The four of them sat down and Beca stayed quiet, picking at the food on her tray. She wasn't even hungry, and she couldn't stand to eat while Aubrey was in isolation probably losing her mind.

Paulie looked at the other girls at the table and Jane gave her a look, shaking her head.

"Stay out of it." She mouthed to the blonde and Paulie ignored her.

"Beca?" she said, ignoring the disapproving look that Jane and Cynthia Rose were given her.

"Yeah?"

"Do you like Aubrey?"

Beca frowned and furrowed her brow. That was the absolute last thing she expected to come from Paulie's mouth. She wasn't that obvious. Was she?

"You don't have to answer that." Jane interrupted.

"Yeah she does. She's been risking not only getting herself in trouble, but us too." Paulie stated, throwing the bawled up napkin in her hand at the Italian.

"I mean—I don't mind, I like sticking it to Westmore, but just be honest with us. Do you like Posen?"

Beca opened her mouth to deny but decided against it, instead choosing to not say anything and returned to eating her lasagna.

Paulie pointed at her, "You do like her!" she accused with a mocking grin.

Beca looked around in fear, afraid that a counselor overheard the blonde's outburst.

"Gosh, would you keep it down." Once she was sure no one was looking at the table, she turned back to the three girls who were now looking at her expectantly.

"Yes, I do like her, okay. Now will you help me figure out how to get to her?"

Paulie looked at Jane and Cynthia Rose before looking back at Beca. The two of them reluctantly reached into their pockets and handed the blonde ten dollars each.

"You guys were betting on it?" Beca asked incredulously. Jane and Cynthia Rose shrugged their shoulders.

"I only did it to get her to shut up. Besides, I was sure you your new friendship with Aubrey was purely that—a friendship. When did that all change?" Jane asked.

Beca scratched the back of her neck nervously.

"I—I don't know really. It just happened…it doesn't matter anyway. Aubrey's here to get 'better' as she so eloquently puts it and I doubt anything is going to change that, even if I do like her." Beca said with a frown that neither girl at the table missed.

Paulie smiled sadly at the brunette, watching as she frustratingly picked at the food on her plate.

"Are you sure about getting thrown in isolation?" she asked.

Beca looked up at her and nodded.

"If it's the only way, then yeah I am."

Paulie grinned before looking around for Mrs. Westmore. The older woman was making her rounds across the dining room and Paulie saw her making her way over to their table. Once she was sure Mrs. Westmore was indeed coming to their table she stood up and reached across the table, puling Beca's face to hers. Before Beca could react, her lips were met in a surprising kiss.

Beca pushed her away and wiped at her mouth, "What the hell was that?" She hissed.

Paulie shrugged and opened her mouth to explain when the voice of Mrs. Westmore sounded throughout the dining room.

"Miss Mitchell and Miss Reid!"

Beca turned to see Mackenzie, Caleb, and Lindsey approaching the two with frowns on their face.

"You planned this?" she asked, a shocked grin spreading across her face. Paulie wore a triumphant grin and shrugged nonchalantly.

"You owe me big time." Paulie said as she was dragged away, without much resistant on her part, by Mackenzie and Lindsey while Caleb grabbed a hold of Beca's arm.

"Paulie, we keep warning you. It's hydrotherapy this time." Mrs. Westmore declared. At her announcement Paulie's face transformed to one of terror. Jane and Cynthia Rose stood up at hearing Mrs. Westmore's declaration.

"That's not fair. You can't do that to her!" Jane shouted trying to defend her roommate who she knew was terrified of Hydrotherapy, although she never said this to anyone except her.

Beca looked at Paulie. The fear was clear on Paulie's face and Beca remembered quite clearly that Paulie hinted at being terrified of being sent to hydrotherapy. At this realization, her appreciation for the other girl increased tenfold and she never got the chance to voice it before they were separated.

Beca attempted to calm her breathing as she was forcibly dragged towards the building that housed the isolation cells. Yes, she had been in isolation before but there was something different about knowing she was going to be locked in the room for an unknown amount of time. Her only solace came in the fact that she knew that Aubrey had been pushed into the other one, and her heart went out to the girl she had fallen so badly for knowing that she needed to help her.

The door opened and Beca had a brief glimpse of the empty room with only a single bench before she was forcefully she not put her hands out in front to brace herself, she might have hit her face on the dank wood below her feet.

The door slammed shut, plunging the room into darkness except for the small crack of light seeping from under the door. She knew even that would fade soon since it was midafternoon when she'd been carried here.

"We will return in twelve hours to release you," Caleb said from outside the door.

The sound of his heavy footsteps fading alerted Beca to the fact that they were in fact alone contrary to what Cynthia Rose said about a guard being stationed outside the rooms. Turning, she reached her arms out in front in the darkness until she felt the callus of the brick wall. Working her way around the room, Beca leaned against the wall before sliding down it, careful not to scrap her skin against the rough surface.

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Aubrey sat with her knees drawn to her chest, gasping in short pants. The room was closing in around her and no matter how much she tried to rationalize the situation; she couldn't convince herself that she wasn't going to die in the room. She knew her thought pattern was irrational because of course she'd eventually be let out and she wasn't going to be left in the room forever, but her mind couldn't and wouldn't let her comprehend that. All it knew was that she was in there, stuck in this dark, damp room with no way of getting out and if everybody else suddenly left the camp or if there was a fire or something, she couldn't get out.

Curling into a ball, she attempted to calm herself down but she was breathing way too fast, almost hyperventilating from the panic. She knew that if she stretched out her feet they would hit the opposite wall and there was nowhere to go and no way to get out and she could die in here.

"No! No! No! NO!" she repeated she screamed, rocking back and forth repeatedly. She was NOT trapped in the dark! Not again. Tears appeared, clouding her vision even further.

The last time she was stuck in a small dark closet was in high school. Her father locked her in the supply closet in the garage in complete darkness for a reason she couldn't even remember. He hadn't released her until the next morning when she had to get ready for school. Whenever it was truly dark since then she could close her eyes and hear his voice telling her to repent for her sins.

Panic seized control of her and it laughed at her; mocked her. She pushed against the door but it was to no avail and her breathing only increased as a result. She groaned loudly as her heart began to race and her chest hurt. Her lungs felt like they were caught in a vice grip and she struggled to breathe as time passed.

Time seemed to take forever. The walls pressed in on her and smothered her alive and every time she closed her eyes, her chest felt heavier and heavier.

This was it…she was going to die. She was certain of it.

"Bree…"

Aubrey's eyes shot up in the darkness at the sound of her name being called. She had finally reached madness. She was going insane and now she was at the point of hearing voices.

"Bree? Aubrey can you hear me?"

Aubrey's hands flew to her head, covering her ears in a desperate attempt to silence the voice.

"You're not real!" she shouted. No, the voices weren't real. If she shouted loud enough, she couldn't hear them and maybe, just maybe they'd go away.

On the other side of the wall, Beca could hear Aubrey's sobs as she cried out for the voice to stop. Beca got as close as she could to the wall to increase the clarity of her voice.

"I am real Bree. It's me, Beca. I'm right here." She said.

Aubrey's hands tentatively lowered from their place on her ears as she looked over in the dark room to where the voice was coming from. She blinked several times as she gulped down air, trying to return her breathing to a steady rhythm.

"B—Beca?" she said, scooting over to the wall.

Beca sighed in relief,

"Yeah it's me, Bree. Are—are you okay?" she knew it as dumb question because even from where she sat in this cell filled with uncertainty, she knew Aubrey wasn't faring well in the room next to her.

"No Beca. I have to get out of here!" Aubrey screamed, clawing at the brick wall that separated the two. It was no use. She was trapped.

"Bree, I need you to listen to me. You have to try and calm down, okay? Just listen to my voice, alright. Close your eyes and listen to my voice."

Aubrey followed Beca's instructions and closed her eyes, her chest still aching as she panted to catch her breath. When Beca was younger, she used to have panic attacks after something unfortunate happened to her when she was younger and Chloe used to help her through them buy doing math. She wasn't sure if Aubrey was having a panic attack but she couldn't risk it. Simple multiplication wouldn't help Aubrey since she was at the top of her class so she would have to actually think about what she learned in calculus this past year. Lucky for her, Chloe loved math and she spent most of her time helping the redhead study for these new tests that were offered for the first time that year as a part of an advanced placement program that was implemented.

"Ok Bree. Listen to me ok. What's the uh…the integral of x squared?"

Aubrey looked over at the wall in confusion. Why in the hell was Beca giving her a calculus quiz while she was struggling to stop her lungs from collapsing?

"Why—why are—you asking me that, Beca?" She panted.

"Bree, just answer it. What's the integral of x squared?"

Aubrey closed her eyes in an attempt to clear the fog from her eyes.

"Um—um—it's x cubed over 3."

"Good. Ok and what about the derivative of x to the fourth?"

Aubrey closed her eyes again. The cloud surrounding her eyes began to fade and the pressure in her head and chest began to fade as well.

"It's—it's four x to the third." She answered more quickly. Beca could hear Aubrey exhaling on the other side of the wall and continued to ask her math question until she could no longer hear the blonde's frantic pants.

"Ok and what about the integral of one over x?"

Aubrey didn't have to close her eyes, the answer formed immediately.

"The natural log of x." she answered.

Beca smiled from where she sat on the other side of the wall.

"Bree?"

"Yeah?"

"How do you feel?"

Aubrey looked over at the wall in confusion when she realized what Beca was referring to. Her body was no longer trembling and she could actually breathe. She didn't feel like she'd been shoved into small cardboard box.

"How did you know?" she asked and Beca smiled sadly. She adjusted her position on the floor and sighed.

"I—it used to help me when I was little, but it was stuff like 2 times 2 not complicated calculus." She chuckled.

Aubrey fumbled with her hands in the dark room and leaned back against the wall.

"Don't think so hard Bree. I can hear your brain frying over here." Beca joked and Aubrey smiled softly.

"Beca?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you in isolation?"

"Because I promised I would never leave you, Bree." Beca said simply before sighing and resting her head against the wall of which she sat against. Aubrey's eyes watered up instantly, not sure of how to respond to the brunette's admission. She was making it extremely difficult to hide these feelings that she wanted—needed—to bury.

"Try and get some sleep Bree. We're gonna be in here a while." Beca whispered and closed her eyes. Aubrey did as Beca instructed but found herself unable to drift into slumber.

"Beca? Can you sing to me?"

Beca looked over at the wall as if she could see Aubrey through it and nodded her head. She had the perfect song. It was called "Guardian" and she wrote it with the blonde in mind. She wrote it a couple of days after Aubrey admitted what happened to Amanda and after she admitted to herself that she was in love with the blonde.

"Just don't laugh ok?" she chuckled.

"I would never laugh at you Beca." Aubrey responded seriously. Beca glanced up in the dark room and cleared her throat.

Half soul
I am waiting for
Your arrival when the wind blows in
Will I have the courage to let silence be
To feel anything

About this place we're in
It isn't Eden
There are times in life
When we just crumble
When fire leaves her singe
It is the real thing
Tattered daydreams graze
The unreal scenes that fill my days

Half Soul
I've been learning more
Our survival can be a trying thing
Will I have the courage to let silence be
To feel anything

Aubrey turned, kneeling on her knees, as she placed her ear to the wall to hear the brunette's voice better. She wanted to be as close as she possibly could to her. It was as if the brunette was singing straight to her soul, as if the song was written specifically for her.

On the street today
I saw happy faces playing
Behind black iron bars in spring

Are you hearing me
Is my voice carrying
I'm your guardian
Will you be the purpose that
Will lift me out and pull me back
I'm your guardian

And in the shatter light
I talk to you tonight
Because I cannot sleep again

There's still much life to live
And we will take in all of it
I still have so much left for you

Where there once was a fight
Peace will sweetly blow
And in your face my life will be told

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Beca and Aubrey walked back to the room, both silent and wanting to be away from the watchful gaze of the counselor that released them from their dark cages.

When they entered their room, neither girl bothered to turn on the light, instead choosing to change into their pajamas in the dark. After brushing their teeth, both girls walked over to their beds.

Beca quickly got into her bed, pulling the comforter over her body while Aubrey slowly approached hers. Beca knew what her apprehension stemmed from and without a moment's hesitation, she pulled her own comforter back and called out to the blonde. Aubrey quickly walked over to her and slipped into her bed.

Beca drew the blonde into her arms and held her tightly. Aubrey placed her arms under Beca's, her trembling hands coming to rest on the brunette's shoulder blades as she got as close as she possible could.

"Beca?"

"Yeah?"

"You are my guardian."

This chapter was particularly difficult to write and it took a bit of research on my part because although I came out to my parents last year, fortunately, they were very supportive. However, my roommate's parents weren't as receptive and I relied on her coming out experience as well as a few other's to pull together some of the taunts the counselor's used in this chapter. The song is Guardian by Sarah Fimm which I absolutely love and I recommend you all go and listen to it, especially to hear the amount of emotion put into the song. When I wrote this scene I pictured Beca singing it exactly like Sarah Fimm sung it. I know this chapter is shorter than my others but I figured I needed another chapter of character development. Let me know what you think about it and hint hint, next chapter, we actually may seem some Mitchsen take place.