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NPOV:

The "interviewing of potential converts" happened regularly in two week intervals after the first time. Somehow the pain never grew more bearable and they kept finding ways to make it more and more painful. I hated seeing Rachel in so much pain so very often, hell at all. It had gotten easier, showing how much it hurt me to her. We had a kind of agreement, I took care of her, she took care of me, we both hurt a bit less, knew we weren't alone, and most importantly, survived. Though I would deny, the regular tears of pain to anyone but her, forever.

A week into the 4th month of captivity, firmly between "interviews," it happened, the worst thing of all.

Instead of our "regular work" we were led to what looked, at first glance, like a big mound of dirt. Getting closer, I could see it was a pile of bodies, those not as lucky as us. We were instructed to look for any people familiar to us; they apparently wanted to publish a list of the dead. I walked through in fear, terrified that I would see my mom or sister lying there, cold and dead. Luckily, I found no one I knew.

I turned a corner, around the last pile and saw her lying on the ground. I was furious. How dare she leave me! How dare she die on me! I ran up to her and began shaking her roughly.

"Rachel!" There was no response. "No No NO!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "I need you Rach! Don't leave me! God, don't you dare take my best friend the only reason I'm still alive away from me!"

"Calm down Noah." I turned to see Alex behind me. He placed a hand on my shoulder.

"NO! I will not calm down. I can't lose her!"

"Noah." A weak voice said. I looked around, shocked. "Hey you big oaf, let go of me will you." I looked down. Sure enough, Rachel was looking up at me, a sad expression on her face.

"Rachel!"

"Yes. Now that we all know my name, will you let go? You're hurting me!" She snapped at irritably. I loosened my grip quickly.

"What's wrong Rach?" She was acting really weird, like she would have before all of this. I noticed her eyes were focused on something behind me. I turned around to see a familiar face.

"Oh Rach. I'm so sorry!" I hugged her tight as if I could make all her pain go away.

"Daddy." She whispered, breaking down into sobs. I rocked her back and forth, willing something to help her, to give her strength. One of the guards walked over, seeing us there.

"Can you identify someone?" Rachel nodded against my chest.

"Hiram Berry." I said clearly, knowing that she couldn't respond.

"And you are?"

"This is his daughter."

"Any other family members?" Before I could respond Rachel spoke up quickly.

"No. We lost my mother a long time ago." I was puzzled for a second then I realized that she was doing whatever she could to protect her remaining father. The guard nodded, walking away.

I helped Rachel to her feet, wanting to get her out of there. She leaned down quietly, reaching for her father's hand. She squeezed it and kissed his forehead before allowing me to lead her away. As we walked out of the area, a guard told me quietly that there would be no evening service. I wondered what that meant, they'd never cancelled service before but I was too worried about Rachel to puzzle it over any longer.

As we walked into the shack, I could see that Alex was clearly excited about something. He hugged Rachel and murmured something in her ear then turned her over to Sarah, pulling me aside.

"Dude, look what I found!" He pulled an old guitar out from under his bed. I couldn't resist smiling at the sight of it. "I remember you said once that you play a bit and I found this in that closet over there!" He gestured to a small door that we'd never had a chance to look in before.

"Great!" I ran my hands over the instrument, though it was in bad shape, it was still a guitar, boy how I missed mine. I played a couple of chords; way out of tune, but boy did it feel good to have that instrument in my hands. I looked over at Rachel, now sitting on our bed leaning her head on Sarah's shoulder. I knew exactly what to do.

I walked toward her and began playing a familiar song.

What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

Rachel laughed and I smiled bigger. Success!

Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm,I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.

Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.

Rachel smiled at me as she began singing and I picked up the back up.

What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, gonna to try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.

I picked up the first lines again and she sang back

Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.

I pulled Rachel to her feet, setting the guitar down and twirling her around. She laughed and continued to sing with me as we danced.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Ooh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
with a little help from my friends

As we finished the song, I twirled Rachel around. Alex and Sarah both clapped and cheered like it was a legit performance.

"That was horribly off-key." Rachel informed me, laughing.

"Well I did the best I could. The guitar's out of tune." I picked her up, spinning her effortlessly as she laughed.

"I've missed music. Play more!"

"Yes your highness!" I was glad to see a little light in her eyes. We sang and danced for the rest of the night. It was almost as if this nightmare didn't exist.

A/N: A little less depressing? Though I feel bad for Rach still. Like a lot!

Thank you to my "Finchel Forever" pm-friend Iris Pont for the suggestion of singing and the song!

One of the most important chapters in the story (which will also be the hardest to write) is next, so it might be a couple days before another update.

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