A/N: Okay, so a lot of you were really happy with chapter 3, so I'm writing chapter 4 earlier than usual as a present for all my reviewers – anonymous and account-ers (lol) alike! :D Don't you love me? Oh! And, um, all the questions, I'm sorry but I can't tell you anything! Heehee, I know (agreeing with reviewers) Drake is awesome. He is hot, sweet, nice, and a good friend. So hard to find guys like that now-a-days. *sigh*

And, Mary-Lynette has to be somewhat emo in this story. Sorry, but it's true. It's all part of the forming of the ending. Sorry if it's OOC for her, but that's just what it has to be like, okay? Okay. Good.

Another thing.. This will not be turning into a Mary-Lynette/OC story, okay? Calm yourselves if you thought that.

On with this wonderful story! (ha ha)

Previously on Coming Back? :

She was all alone in the classroom, and she looked to her side when –

Scissors.

That sharp, edgy blade that shines in the light. That plastic cover on the less sharp end so you could hold it without getting hurt... Mary-Lynette grabbed it. She opened it so the two blades were apart, and held it to a couple inches below her wrist – so she wouldn't kill herself – and was about to press when –

"What are you doing?" yelled a furious voice.

Mary-Lynette dropped the scissors, turning around, startled by the loud noise in the quiet room. The scissors made a loud clank noise when they hit the cold floor, very loud, because the two teens went quiet with shock of the other. Drake, because he just witnessed his new friend about to cut herself, and Mary-Lynette because she was caught about to harm herself. Two different reasons, same topic that led to each.

He walked up to her, grabbing her by the shoulders, and she watched him with tear-filled eyes. He shook her.

"Answer me! What were you doing?" he yelled again. The only thing Mary-Lynette did was burst into sobs, and Drake comforted her.

Ash was about to step outside the door, when he remembered he left his science book in class.

He opened the door to the classroom, and froze in his spot.

His Mare was crying in another man's arms.

What's going on?

Mary-Lynette glanced over Drake's shoulder, seeing Ash. He looked furious for a second. Mary-Lynette blinked, thinking she wasn't seeing correctly, and then his face was like a hard, cold mask. Was she really seeing things?

"What's going on?" Ash hissed, staring at Mary-Lynette and Drake's intertwined bodies. Mary-Lynette opened her mouth to speak, but Drake cut her off.

"What's it to you?" he said. Ash turned his icy glare to Drake in less than a second, and Mary-Lynette shivered at how scary he looked.

"She's – " he began, but stopped abruptly. Mary-Lynette was mad now. Drake just ruined her chance to get back together with the love of her life, and she wasn't going to get another chance. Nada! And, it was all Drake's fault.

"You're right," Ash continued, turning to face the door, "it is none of my business." He grabbed his book off the front counter, leaving the room, and Mary-Lynette's world for good.

She turned on Drake.

"What did you do that for!" she screeched. He turned to look at her, startled by her reaction.

"Huh?" was all he said, as he let go of her, grabbing his backpack.

"Why were you mean to Ash? He was about to take me back!" she yelled again, fresh tears forming.

"You're better off without a guy like that," he said softly, watching her as a brother would watch his sister. "Don't go chasing after someone that doesn't feel the same," and with that, he turned to leave. Mary-Lynette watched as he stopped outside the door, turning to face her.

"You coming?" he asked. Mary-Lynette grabbed her backpack, nodding and catching up to him when he began walking. She was shocked, to say the least. That sentence brought her back to reality. Drake was like the – other – older brother that would protect her from harm.

But, Mary-Lynette never knew that Ash would be categorized under harmful things.

Drake walked Mary-Lynette home. How could that Ash guy do something like this to such a nice girl? People might think he liked her in the girlfriend type kind of like, but he only wanted to protect her because she was someone that didn't deserve what she was getting. Didn't deserve it one bit.

Ash, apparently, broke up with Mary-Lynette after he told her he loved her. Then, he goes and flirts with other girls like Mary-Lynette was just another girl crossed off his list. Now, he gets jealous over Drake comforting Mary-Lynette because she was sad? How demented was this guy?

"You're right," he heard a soft whisper. He looked at Mary-Lynette. She had her head hung low, her eyes saddened, and a frown upon her face. She was so innocent, how could someone bear to do something like what Ash did?

"Hey," he said, slinging his arm over her shoulders as she looked up at him, "don't worry. I'll protect you. You are like a little sister to me, either way." She smacked his arm, giggling.

"We're the same age!" she yelled. He laughed.

"Nu-uh! I am older than you." She pushed him to the side, causing him to laugh again.

"I am older."

"No, my birthday's April 23! Yours?" he watched her frown in a playful way.

"Darn it, you're older!" she stomped her foot on the sidewalk.

"Ha, ha! Told ya."

The rest of the walk was filled with sibling-like humor and love, until they parted ways for their homes.

Mary-Lynette walked inside the house feeling much better. Mark was over at his friend's house today. She was all alone. She did her homework, and went to the kitchen to eat something.

She ate a PB&J sandwich, and a little bright shine caught her eye. The kitchen knife. She tried to look away from the mesmerizing light, but she just couldn't. She set down her sandwich, walking towards it. She held it up, angling it in different positions, and it shone differently with each turn. She held it in the same spot on her left arm as she did with the scissors. She pressed down, wincing at the slight pain it caused, but relaxed right after. She set it inside the sink, going to her bathroom.

She opened the cabinet, ripping open a wide, big bandage. She rinsed out her cut, and before the blood could swell up a lot, she pressed the bandage on. Mary-Lynette went back to the sink, cleaning the razor-sharp knife and placing it back where it was before she grabbed it. She finished her sandwich, going back to her room.

She never understood why people cut themselves, but she did now.

They did it because it took their minds off of the pain and hurt they were feeling, occupying their mind as a vacation from stress, long enough for the person to relax. When Mary-Lynette cut herself, she felt her mind let go of all thoughts, focusing on fixing her bleeding wound. It made her forget the heartbreak, forget the pain.

This is why she liked it.

A/N: Heyy. Hope you liked it! :D I kinda did. It's short 'cause I needed to finish before heading off to bed. Sorry. Anyway, now you understand why she's cutting herself, so it won't seem too OOC.

Anyway, hopefully I'll update again tomorrow and it will be longer like chapters 1 and 2. Oh well. Love you guys, you are awesome reviewers! :D And you're all really nice, too.