REUPLOAD

Hi guys this is chapter 3, be expecting a lot of updates because I'm on holiday and I can actually do them a lot because I have no life. Also I don't know why I choose to make them go to Starbucks I think it's because I don't know any other places in America that people go, so sorry if it's really stereotypical. Anyway the story will actually start to all come together soon as I have finally figured out where it is going. Hope you enjoy, be sure to leave more reviews.

Disclaimer

I do not own any of these characters and some readers may find this chapter and a few more to come a bit distressing.

Beca and Chloe sat down at a table in the corner of Starbucks after getting their drinks, Beca getting a big Coffee and Chloe getting a regular Latte, and sat still in an awkward silence for a while occasionally stealing a glance at each other, but before long the redhead broke the uncomfortable silence.

"So" She started awkwardly, gaining eye contact with the brunettes deep steel blue eyes "How are you?"

"I'm alright" The brunette shyly replied, starting to blush due to the eye contact she had with the bright blue eyes across the table "You alright?"

"Yeah" The redhead answered still being extremely awkward. The silence returned but not as awkward as the two girls sat there sipping their drinks, sometimes drifting their eyes to the view outside.

Chloe had no idea why she couldn't just talk to the DJ, she never had any problem talking to people, so why couldn't she get a single word out was beyond her. There was only one other person that made her not be able to speak when they first met and that was her college boyfriend. She decided not to think too much into it thinking that it was probably nothing and continued to think of anything else.

On the other hand, Beca knew why it was awkward. She couldn't talk to anyone ever without it being like this. She couldn't help it; she knew she was going to really regret it later. She really hated herself for not being able to talk to the redhead; she was trying to find something to say but instead just thinking of how much of an idiot she was being. She just assumed she was overreacting and she was probably the only one who was sat in an awkward silence and that the redhead opposite her was comfortably drinking and enjoying the view.

A few more minutes past and Beca finally managed to break the silence again and they managed to have a normal conversation like normal people. So the two girls sat and talked for a while about pretty much anything that came to their minds with smiles increasing on their faces as they talked, especially when the subject of music broke. They soon finished their drinks and sat discussing random topics for an unknown amount of time to both the girls. They only knew that they were both having a lot of fun and that they were going to be 'really fast friends' as Chloe put it, making both girls let out a little giggle.

As many people started to leave the shop, Beca picked up her phone and glanced at the time and realized that they had been talking for many hours and they would soon have to leave.

"We should probably go" Beca brought up, starting to stand up and put on her coat.

"Oh yeah" Chloe replied, doing the same "Are you free tomorrow?"

"No" Beca said, starting to frown as she knew she could "Sorry"

"It okay, maybe some other time" Chloe said faking a smile as she really wanted to see the brunette as soon as possible. They both said bye as they parted ways and began walking to their cars and as soon as they turned their backs, frowns crept onto their faces but Chloe's was soon replaced with a huge grin as she reminisced the amazing time just spent with the brunette and the amount of fun they both had.

Beca's car was quite a walk away and she spent most of the walk thinking over the time just spent with the redhead and rather than thinking of all the fun she just had she went straight to the negatives. Why didn't I just say yes I'm never doing anything, constantly going through her head. She never knew why she always answered with no, no matter how much she wanted to go out and spend time with this person, she always said no.

After the walk to her car in the cool breeze, Beca made her way on to the driver's seat and started to drive, with the same thoughts constantly spinning in her head. Her apartment was very far, so she soon approached her front door and made her way in chucking her keys and bag on her coffee table. She started pacing around her apartment with the same thoughts running through her head and many other negative thoughts started to join in the gathering going on in her head.

This is so stupid why am I overreacting so much, occasionally came in to her head but not enough to stop her from doing anything as she slowly walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, rolled up her sleeve slowly to reveal her scar covered arm and started digging the knife into the skin of her arm in straight lines from her wrist all the way down her forearm. Swiftly after she started, blood began leaking on her arm and the pain intensified in her arm but weakened in her mind.

After continuously cutting her arm for many minutes she stopped and slowly made her way to her bed and sat with her legs in her arms, being careful not to get anything on her jeans, and began to cry, gently rocking herself and slowly fell asleep.

Many of her days were spent like this, something happening, big or small, all of her memories of her past or anything negative that had happened in her lifetime would flash back and she would hurt herself, sometimes in different places and different ways, but anyway at all would do. Any way would numb the mental pain in her mind. It would help. All the pain would be focused on wherever she was hurting herself.

Ever since her Mother's death, she just couldn't cope with her pain any way else. She would usually be able to talk to her Mum, about anything, big or small. Beca didn't like talking to anyone else about most things; she didn't want people to think she was some kind of freak or a complete weirdo. Whilst she was in school, she would have counsellors come in and try to help her but she simply replied that 'everything was fine' and other variations of said words.

Nobody could help her. She was so lost.

That's chapter 3, hope you enjoyed. I understand this can be quite a sensitive subject, but I feel like it should be good to get a story out about this and maybe try and help some people. I also find it quite easy to write this kind of subject to a bunch of strangers anonymously because it's how I feel and I understand it's a bit different for everyone. And because it is such a sensitive subject I did really want to make sure it is a good as it can be. So I guess you can kind of say it's based off a true story. Any way make sure to leave a review they really do motivate me, meaning more chapters more often.