Sorry about how short it is. Transition chapter and the move is slowing down my writing. Plus I've kind of been distracted with family issues and a new person in my life. Anyways I promise there's more to come soon.

Beca blinked her eyes awake in the soft afternoon light, it took her a moment to realize where she was and an even longer moment to realize Chloe wasn't in the bed next to her. She slid off her side and shuffled sleepily to the kitchen where she saw Chloe sitting with her face in her hands. The brunette stopped to observe the moment while trying to figure out an approach that hopefully wouldn't startle the red head to death. Chloe's deep sigh set a fresh wave of worry over Beca.

"Dammit." The older woman mumbled and Beca took this as her que to step in.

"Chlo?" Beca's voice was soft and the red head seemed to stiffen at the sound before relaxing again. Beca slipped onto the stool next to Chloe before gently placing her hand on the other woman's forearm. "Are you okay?" Chloe began sobbing at the concerned question.

"I just didn't want you to know I was crazy." Beca shook her head almost taking offence to the sentence that just slipped out of Chloe's mouth.

"Chloe it's okay. You're not crazy, we just need to take steps to get you stable and healthy again. Starting with someone who understands from your point of view." Beca pulled out her phone and dialed her sister's number who quickly agreed to be there within a couple hours and said she'd bring Chloe a gift that would hopefully help. In under two hours there was a knock on Chloe's apartment door. Beca stood and opened the door to greet her older sister with hopeful eyes.

"Hey girl, I come baring gifts." Taylor's voice was deep but she sounded genuinely excited. She swung a large amp into the room and set it down before turning around to grab a guitar case. "These are for you Chloe." Taylor's face twisted in a devilish grin when the red head tried to protest. "Don't even argue. Trust me I have so many of these it's ridiculous really." Chloe turned to Beca for help but Beca just nodded confirming her sister's statement. "I figured that you play acoustic and I know these guys in town that play in a cover band, they're looking for a female vocalist and I told them I knew someone. They want you to come out sometime in the next week or so and check them out. No commitment just go out and see what you think. I think it would be good for you to maybe have an outlet for everything. I know it helps me a lot. Singing without competing or making it a job." Chloe seemed to glow at the idea and the girls settled onto the couch as Taylor dug for something in her back pack.

"Thanks for coming out Tay." Beca spoke as she eyed Chloe who seemed nervous. "I know your busy with your tour and everything."

"No worries kid. Anything for you. Besides we have a rest week so I'm just staying with a couple of friends in Atlanta." The blonde turned around holding a notebook in her hand, she flipped through it absently until she found the page she was looking for and pulled a pen out of her back pocket. "Chloe, do you have anything you want to ask? Nothing is too personal and I know this may be uncomfortable. Beca and I both want to help the best we can. Although we can only help as much as you will let us."

"Okay, does it ever get better?" Chloe's voice was small as she spoke. Beca looked to Taylor for an answer and saw a smile twist onto her sister's lips.

"Yes, it really does. It takes time and dedication. But it gets better. You have a support system now and I have a couple of groups I'd like you to try out. Group really helps, even if you don't want to go to individual therapy yet." The blonde sat on the table and scribbled something down.

"I don't even know where to start. I have so many questions." Chloe admitted. Beca's sister nodded knowingly and sat patiently waiting for Chloe to begin. "When it happens, the voices, how do you get it to stop?" Taylor got thoughtful for a moment and then sighed.

"Someone singing to me. Or music. Usually the voices are pretty crippling but when one of my bandmates sees that look on my face they just sing." She answered softly.

"Just like I did for you this morning." Beca added before squeezing Chloe's knee. Taylor's face contorted into something horrible.

"This morning? You had an episode again today Chloe?" Chloe's face looked ashamed. "Hey don't be embarrassed. How often do they happen?" Taylor's tone was firm but not harsh.

"A couple times a week I guess." Chloe answered, Beca's shoulders slumped forward at the redhead's words not prepared for it.

"Okay, well we'll get you in with Dr. Greyson. Get you on the right meds and that should defiantly help." Beca watched Chloe's expression carefully at the mention of medication. "You need to stop self-medicating. That's step one, because the chemicals in drugs make your brain and the chemical makeup in your brain even more askew."

"Okay." Chloe practically whispered. Taylor turned swiftly to Beca.

"Make sure you get ahold of Elly and you tell her no more sales to Chloe." The blonde was angry at the thought of their cousin's line of business.

"How'd you know?" Chloe questioned honestly.

"It's Elly. Beca covered for her in high school and almost got kicked out. Elly has the perfect image for her business. None of the people who don't know about what she does would ever guess that she sells. Have you met our aunt and uncle?" Chloe nodded connecting the points.

"Wait? What do you mean you covered for her?" Chloe turned to Beca as the information settled.

"You know how I covered for you in the bathroom?" Chloe nodded, red flushing her cheeks. "Well in school some idiots got high on campus and got caught so they brought drug dogs in. Elly was stupid enough to have a bunch of coke on her at school. Something about a big sale after lunch. They cleared us out of the classroom and brought the dogs in. They found her bag and I had a binder in her bag so I told the principal that it was my bag. Since they knew about my mom and Taylor, they let me off with like three weeks of suspension and then my aunt and uncle were so upset at the idea of me being into drugs that they made me move in with them for the following school year. With no freedom and lots of therapy." Taylor rolled her eyes and huffed.

"You shouldn't have covered for her. But that's beside the point. Make that call. Chloe, do you eat a healthy diet?" Chloe shook her head at the younger girl's question. "That helps, if you eat healthier. I'm not saying only fruits and vegetables but you know what I mean. I'll give you a list of the foods that help the most."

"Taylor? Will I ever be able to live a normal life?" Chloe's voice sounded frail and weak. Taylor choked on the lump in her throat as she watched the way her younger sister looked at the redhead.

"Yes, I mean you'll always have medications and therapy of some sort. But you'll live as close to normal as possible considering. Why don't we order some take out and just chat? Enough heavy stuff for now okay?" The blonde pulled her phone out and walked away from the pair on the couch.

"I'm sorry if she's overwhelming. She's trying really hard not to be." Beca finally spoke after a few moments of silence.

"No, it just amazes me because if you two hadn't told me that she was ill. I would have never guessed. I know she just doesn't want me to suffer anymore." Beca sighed at the response and clutched the older woman's hand. Smiling in reassurance.

"Well if I didn't know as much about Tay's condition as I do. I would have never suspected you of being ill." Beca smiled again softer this time.