Hey everyone, I see that not a lot of people have read, but I hope that changes. I know about the errors when Gloria is talking, I wanted to try and mimick her on the show, but there's only so much I can try to do.

Here is chapter 2

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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN MODERN FAMILY.

Hayley came out of the bathroom. Last night's bloody rag dangling from her finger. I realize I'd forgotten to dispose of it.

Shit.

Alex POV

Dammit. There was no easy way to get out of this. Tears were in her eyes, even though she may not know what it means. Her eyebrows went up, expectantly.

"Oops" I said, "I-I-I got a um- Bl-Bloody nose l-last n-night, an-and must have f-fo-forgotten to th-throw away the r-rag."

"You're lying through your teeth Alex!" she yelled. "I'm really not!" I retorted. She scoffed, rolled her eyes, and turned around, tossing the dirty rag in the trash. She breezed past me and out the door. I crumbled to the floor, crying. Curling into a ball, I allowed myself to cry. No one could know the truth, I told myself. I froze when my mother walked through the door.

Claire POV

I walked to the girls' room. I didn't know what to think of Hayley's story about the rag, I didn't know whether to believe Alex, or think of the worst thing it could've meant. Alex doesn't seem like the kind of girl who would, but then again, she hasn't really seemed like Alex lately. "Alex" I raised my voice so she could hear, "What's this Hayley's telling me about a bloody rag and you getting a nose bleed in the middle of the-." I stopped short. There was Alex, curled into the fetal position, on the floor, sobbing. I rushed to her side.

Dropping to the floor, I pulled her into my arms, "Alex, honey, what's wrong? Alex? Baby, talk to me!" I cooed to her, holding her in my lap, shushing her, rubbing circles in her back. She didn't respond, just shook her head into my lap, and cried. I had to find out what was going on. She wasn't talking to me, she wasn't talking to Hayley, and I doubt she'd talk to Phil. I just don't know what to do with her.

Alex POV

After a few minutes, I realized what was happening. I pulled away abruptly, and looked at my mother in horror. What had I just allowed myself to do? I was crying, she was holding me, and I didn't understand why I allowed this to happen. She looked at me, on the brink of tears, "Please, baby." She said, "Tell me what's happening." I glared at her furious, "You wouldn't understand!" I screamed, "Get out!" "Alex, please, I just want to he-." I cut her off, my voice loud and harsh, "OUT!" I screamed.

I watched her leave. Running to the bathroom, I locked the door, grabbed the rag out of the trash, rinsed it, and took the razor from where I hid it, and slid down the wall. Upon landing on the cold tile, I swept the blade across my wrist, it turned red instantly. I knew I didn't want to end my life, so I was careful with how far I took the cuts. Well, I didn't want to end it yet at least.

Claire POV

I decided to talk to Gloria. She went through a rough point in her life, you know, moving to the U.S, and getting bullied. Maybe she could try talking to Alex, maybe get her to slip at least. It was an honest last resort. I didn't think she would talk to a guy, Hayley had already busted, she didn't talk to me, and there really wasn't another 'woman' for her to talk to. She was breaking my heart, and she may not even realize it.

When I pulled up, I got out, walked to the front door, and rang the bell. I waited for someone to answer it. The door flew open and I saw my dad, Jay, standing there.

"Hi dad" I said to him, leaning in for a hug. "Hi, what are you doing here?" He pondered. "I um. I wanted to talk to Gloria." I told him, "I wanted to see if she could help me with Alex." He knew what was happening with her, and nodded his head, opening the door wider and motioning me through.

"Gloria!" He yelled.

"Yes Jay? She responded

"Claire is here, wants to talk to you about Alex."

Gloria appeared, wearing a low cut, dark purple shirt, and jeans. Instead of outrageous heels, she wore sensible flats today. She leaned in for a hug and I returned it. She took my hand and led me to the upstairs sitting room, where she started asking questions.

"How is she?" She asked, her accent thick.

A tear slipped down my cheek. I took a deep breath and answered her. "She's- She's not good." I told her. I began to explain about the absentmindedness, how she was yelling, and crying, and the blood on the rag this morning, and how she changed in an instant. Gloria nodded her head, listening as I cried on about how my daughter seemed to break, and wasn't being put back together.

"Do jou theenk something happened to her?" Her eyes were filled with concern.

"I wouldn't know what else to think," I responded. "I was hoping maybe you could get her to talk, even if she just slipped a little, I mean, only if you're up to it." I told her, giving her the choice, letting her know that I would understand if she said no.

"I would love to try, even if it deedn't work, at least she would know that people are dere for her."

"Thank you so much Gloria, this really means a lot to me. I know it will to Phil too, he's really been put down about all of this. He just wants so bad to know what's happening with his little girl, and she just won't tell anyone. And I am just so grateful that you'll do this for us." I thanked her and drove home. Thinking about what I was going to tell Alex.