Alex couldn't stop thinking about Nate. On her way to Mitchie's room, all she did was smile but it faded when she heard a glass broke in Mitchie's room.

Alex's POV:

I heard Mitchie scream so loud – I think everyone heard it from downstairs – I ran quickly to her room. I twisted the doorknob from outside her door but it was locked.

"Mitch! It's Alex… Open the door!" I said, knocking on her door. I could hear Mitchie crying so hard, I started to cry, as well. "Mitchie, open the door!" Mitchie didn't listen, at all. I was so worried. I dialed Nate's number and waited for him to answer it.

"Hey Alex! What's up?" Nate answered.

"Nate, are-are you still here?" I was trying to stop myself from crying.

"Um, yeah, we're waiting outside for Shane. Why? Is everything okay?" He asked, worriedly.

"Please tell Shane to come up here. Mitchie- Mitchie's going crazy. She's not opening the door." I cried and hanged up. I tried knocking on the door again, this time, louder but she's still not opening. I could hear her saying Shane's name. What happened to them?

Shane, Nate and Jason hurriedly went upstairs. Shane was panting so hard, probably tired of running while Jason and Nate looked all worried.

"What happened? Is she okay?" He asked me, still panting.

"Is she okay?" I repeated. "Why would I call you if she wasn't okay? Ugh, Shane, sometimes you don't think." I was definitely annoyed. I looked at Shane, he looked so sad. I felt guilty. I didn't mean to say those words. "Sorry." I managed to say.

"It's okay. Here, let me talk to her." Shane said. I moved over so Shane could talk to Mitchie from behind the door.

"Mitchie, its Shane... Listen, I'm really sorry about ending things with you. I really didn't want to do it. I still love you, Mitch! Please, open the door." Shane begged.

Just then, Mitchie opened the door. Her eyes were so puffy and her mascara was still running down her face together with tears. I have never seen Mitchie like this. She used to be so happy. She never cried this hard in her entire life.

No one's POV:

Shane and Mitchie just stood there face to face but suddenly, Mitchie collapsed and fell into Shane's arms. Blood dripped down to the floor. Mitchie sliced her own wrist and it was so deep, the blood won't stop going out. They all started to panic.

"I have to bring her to the hospital!" Shane announced. He scooped Mitchie and carried her to the limo.

"I'll go tell everyone to leave. You guys should follow Shane to the hospital, I'm sure he'll need company." Jason instructed. Jason was a kind and sweet guy. Any girl would be lucky to have him. He was always happy but this time, he wasn't. He knew Mitchie for almost 2 years and he treated her like a sister and it pained him to see her like this and Nate, he kept frowning, Mitchie was like a sister to him, as well.

"Okay." Nate agreed. "Come on, Alex." He said with a low voice.

Nate and Alex headed out the door and waited for a cab. While they waited, Alex suddenly burst into tears. Nate hugged Alex and rubbed her back.

"Shh, it's okay. Mitchie's gonna be okay." Nate comforted.

"I haven't seen her like this… It's killing me! I don't wanna lose my best friend." Alex cried even harder.

"She'll be alright." Nate said calmly. Nate and Alex let go of their hug and waited for a cab.

Shane arrived at the hospital still panicking. He directly got out and carried Mitchie inside. Mitchie was still feeling unconscious. He laid her down on a hospital bed and kept calling nurses. Just then, a bunch of nurses arrived pushed the rolling hospital bed to the emergency and Shane just followed. He wanted to cry so hard but he had to stay strong. Once they reached the emergency room, a nurse told Shane to stay outside and wait. Shane just sat there, feeling scared of the outcome.

Minutes passed, Alex and Nate arrived at the hospital. They saw Shane sitting down outside the emergency room. He looked so stress and depressed.

"How's Mitchie?" Alex asked; her voice cracking.

"She's still under operation…" Shane replied, looking down.

Hours passed, a doctor came out of the emergency room.

"Mitchie Torres?" the doctor called out. He was wearing an eyeglass and his skin was all so wrinkly; he looked old.

Shane, Alex and Nate stood up. "Mitchie survived the operation." The doctor announced and smiled.

Shane, Alex and Nate sighed in relief. "Can we see her?" Alex asked.

"Sure, you can. Her room number is 249. Just make sure she gets enough rest and that she eats well, alright? And make sure she drinks her medicine twice a day." the doctor instructed. They all nodded and walked straight to her room.

Alex opened the door and there revealed a weak Mitchie. They all felt so close to tears.

"I'll go buy us some food, okay?" Alex said.

"I'll come with you." Nate offered.

Nate and Alex went out the door leaving Shane and Mitchie alone. Shane grabbed a chair and sat next to Mitchie. He touched the bandages that were wrapped around her wrist and started to cry. He took her arm and kissed it.

"I'm sorry, Mitchie." Shane silently cried.

"Shane?" Mitchie managed to say, weakly.

WEEE! Finally finished this chapter. I'm not sure if it's nice, though. Haha! I hope you guys like it. :D Please do comment. :)

I made the story more dramatic. HAHA! And it was so hard! :))

If ever there are typos, sorry. :)