Chapter Two-
The pain wasn't automatic and for a few seconds Beca just stared at the cut, mesmerized as blood started to ooze down her arm. A new feeling washed over Beca, an almost giddy feeling. She wanted more. So much more. Beca sliced into her arm again, then again, and again until eight zig-zag lines criss-crossed down her arm. Beca ached and her wrist felt like it was on fire but she couldn't stop.
The pain felt too good to stop.
Beca forced herself out of bed and to class for the next three weeks. Three weeks of avoiding the Bella's. Three weeks of forcing herself to study. And three weeks of covering her arms.
Her arms had been getting worse and worse and the questions were becoming more and more frequent as the weather got warmer. If this was what college was supposed to be, Beca wasn't sure how she was supposed to survive the next four years.
Chloe called her almost every day as well as Jesse, but Becca couldn't handle the people she cared about being disappointed in her. Especially Chloe.
Beca had successfully managed to push everyone away that she cared about. And she was finally alone.
Trapped in her head.
"Beca! Open the door or I will bust it in!" A familiar Australian voice interrupted Beca's sleep. She groggily sat her head up from her psych textbook and headed towards the door.
"Beca!" Fat Amy's voice pierced through the door, earning a disgusted look from Kimmy Jin. Beca opened the door.
"You rang?" Beca said sharply. Fat Amy just grinned back at her.
"Good! You're alive. Nobody's heard from you in weeks and, ya know, there have been stories in Tasmania of, like, those American colleges with those drug overdoses and…over extreme sex orgies…"
"Did you need something?" Beca cut in. Fat Amy nodded.
"Yes, so, here is the basic thing. We still lost the thing and what not, but Aubrey wants to have a meeting still about something. We texted you days ago but you must have some bad coverage of some sort. I like your ringback tone by the way I don't quite recall how the song goes it mentions, like, Itchy and Scratchy or something I suppose…"
"When's the meeting?" Beca asked Fat Amy, trying not to sound too eager.
"Um, actually if you had checked your messages or texts or fun little voicemails, you would know it's in about ten minutes so…yeah…we should probably…go…like…now…"
"You probably could have told me that at the beginning of the conversation."
"Yeah…I could have…sorry…"
"Does anyone even want me there? I mean it's my fault that the group is over." Beca mumbled a bit.
"Your part of the Bella's. We want you there." Fat Amy said confidently. Beca couldn't help but smile, until reality set back in.
"I don't think I should."
"Beca, no one has seen you in days, you have become a hermit, and you are coming. Okay? Okay." Before Beca could respond, Fat Amy grabbed Beca's wrist and pulled her into the hallway. Beca tried not to cry out as she squeezed a fresh cut. Fat Amy, luckily, didn't notice.
"Let's go. Now."
