A/n: OMG SORRY GUYS! I TOTTALLY DIDN"T UPDATE FOR LIKE EVER!!! I Didn't mean to do that, honest to god I didn't. I swear I'll make it up to you. On sunday I'll add another chapter- once Again I'm so sorrY!

Chapter 8: Your Not Alone

Drip. Drip. Drip drip.

The sound she heard was the spilling of her own blood. The weapon used to create this bleeding

was on the floor next to her. She lay passed out on the ground, her eyes fluttering open slightly at

waking up in this place. In this hell.

Her blood was falling from the counter above her head. it was falling on to the floor and on to her face,

which is why she woke up in the first place. she closed her eyes when they opened again. The bright

lantern light blinding her. She put her hands over her eyes as she closed them. She backed up slowly.

Then as she approached the wall she fell. She slide to the wall, her head back, her face tear stained.

The trail of blood fallowed her as she slid. She didn't seem to notice though. Maybe that was better.

He came in then. His eyes not wide with shock as they would have been years ago, his features calm

and collected. He looked at her. Disappointment showed in his features. She looked at him, opening her

eyes. She hated that look. She hated with a passion. Who was he to judge her? Hadn't he done the same

only months ago? She glared at him. Daring him to say something. He didn't. He just kept starring at her,

that look in his eyes. This angered her. More then she'd ever been angered in her life.

"What!" she snapped her eyes blazing with the fire. He only shook his head and tended to the wound

she had inflected on herself.

"This isn't the way, Luna." he whispered while wrapping the cloth around her.

"What do you know?" Luna growled. He sighed and didn't say anything. Neither did she.

"What do you know Fred?" she repeated after a while of silence. Fred sighed again. She hated that

sigh. She hated a lot of things about him, but in this day and age you couldn't be very picky about the

company you had, because if you were lucky, they were all you had.

Fred looked at her straight in the eye, there was no joke in them, there was no mischievous gleam

that used to be there, shining like the moon in a cloud of black, there was no laughter. There wasn't anything

but the darkness that held them both. "I know a lot of things" he said finally. "I also know that your father wouldn't

want this." That did it. She rose her hand. She slapped him and his head snapped back. Her hands were rolled in fists.

He looked at her. There was no pain, no anger shown upon his features, there was nothing. That irritated her. She tried again.

"DAMN IT FRED!" she screeched, hitting harder and harder, crying all the while. "FIGHT BACK!" she screamed, now using

her fists to pound. "FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN- FIGHT BACK!" harder. harder. Harder. He continued to let her.

Why? Why wasn't he fighting back. "FIGHT BACK! FIGHT THE BLOODY HELL BACK!" she screamed. Her voice was

hystarical. "FIGHT BACK! FIGHT BACK! FIGHT BACK! FIGHT BACK! FIGHT BACK!" she screamed it over and over

again.

Then it came to her, what he was doing. That only angered her more. "Fred. Fight. back. Or I swear I'll- I swear I'll kill you!"

she shouted. He just continued to star at her blankly. His flaming red hair, messy because he hadn't brushed it, his freckles gone

with his age, his muscles gone due to his lack of eating. She hated him for this. God did she hate him for this. It was like, it was

like her father all over again. She shook her head violently. No. She wouldn't think about her father! No! The damn bastard didn't even

fight back! He doesn't deserve to be in her thoughts.

She closed her eyes and collapsed on top of Fred."Why didn't he fight back?" she asked in a whimper.

Why didn't he fight back?

Why didn't he want to live anymore?

Wasn't she good enough to bring him back to this world?

Wasn't she good enough to keep him there?

She grasped onto Fred's sleeve. Why?

Why? Why?

Why didn't her father love her anymore?

Why did he leave her here, to live in this hell,

to live in this world, all alone. With no one to hold.

"Your not alone" Fred whispered, as if reading her mind.

"your never alone." she closed her eyes. She hated the bastard. She hated Fred with all her heart. But sometimes,

just sometimes, love is stronger than hate.