He sat on his bed, trying unsuccessfully to play "Wake me up When September Ends" by Greenday on his guitar, but he kept lapsing into other songs. Thinking of her face when she had seen him with her, the tears welling in her eyes, screaming at him.

Screaming that she would kill herself.

Yes, he was worried about her, but was she serious when she said that? He hoped, no, he prayed that it had been spur of the moment. Prayed that she wasn't going to take her own life.

His cell phone snapped him out of it. It was a text message, with several typos, that had obviously been written in a rush. The Caller ID said it was from her.

Ihate u, u trator how cOud u do ths 2 mi? Iv givn up I hopf u know that gudby forevr tel mi frends im sry 2 go.

She had been telling the truth.

He stood up quickly, throwing his guitar down carelessly on the bed. He looked for a piece of paper. Why was it so hard to find a piece of paper at a time like this? Unable to find one, he grabbed a napkin laying on his desk and quickly scrawled a note on it.

Now how was he going to get it to her in time? He had sprained his ankle trying to run away from her that morning when she was trying to kill him and he could barely walk. Plus she wasn't going to trust him!

Then it came to him. Her best friend, the one she would always trust, no matter what happened. Plus, the one he was thinking of ran freakishly fast, even if she did run into several poles along the way. Limping, he dashed quickly out of his house and across the street to hers.

She answered the door, blonde hair hanging down loose and messy, blue eyes sparkling with confusion as he handed her the note.

"I need you to give that to her…I can't run."

She nodded, and, not even bothering to take off her shoes, shoved past him and began running. He watched her, wondering if she'd be able to get there in time.

A gunshot split the air. Was he too late? No, that was too strong of a gun. Her gun was just a small, six round handgun.

But he didn't want her to die.

He limped home and went to his room, picking up the guitar. He didn't know what he was playing at first, but he realized it after the first two chords.

"Life is Beautiful" by Sixx:A.M., otherwise known as the song he had written all the lyrics to and given them to her, just to make her smile.

Now Gwen had turned suicidal and Trent had no idea what to do.