Hey! Long time no update! I'm so sorry! I've been busy with YCCOM, and Secrets, but I'm back.

I have an epic idea for the last couple chapters, so I hope you guys love it! I recently found out that 'No Regrets' is in a community, I was sooo happy! Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally.

Anyway, back to the story.

Ugh, I feel terrible. My head is pounding. I open my eyes and look around the room. Great. Once again, I'm in a dark room by myself. I push myself off the ground. I basically grope the wall, searching for a light switch. Once I find it, I flip the switch, but the bulb blew out. I sighed, before the tears began to slip out of my eyes. All I've wanted to be free, so many years of my life have been wasted. I stand up, and search the room. I found the door. I turn the switch, but its locked. I slam myself against it, hoping I can knock it down. "Get me out of here!"

I back up, close my eyes. Deep breath, Clara. You can do this. I kick the door multiple times, soon it fell off his hinges,

I creep into the hallway, and try to guide my way through the darkness. "Ali?"

Soon, the lights flickered on above me. I turn around, and my breath gets caught in my front. I see Ali, except she's beaten, bruised, and bloody. She falls to her knees, as the blood gushes from the side of her head. I run towards her, and hold her in my arms. "Ali! What happened? Who did this to you?"

She couldn't say a word. The tears rushed out of my eyes. "You shouldn't have saved me. You should've stayed home with your husband, and your baby and-"

"Shut up." She suddenly said.

I was taken aback. "I don't regret a single thing that has happened over the past couple of days. I found you, and you are getting out of here, whether or not I'm alive."

She smiled at me, but her voice was beginning to get too low, and her eyes seemed to darken, as her smile continued to gleam. Her smile soon weakened, and her eyes closed, and she fell limp in my arms. I remember the words, I heard once. Heroes die smiling...

"Ali? Alison! NOO!" I lost it.

I held her in my arms, held her close to me, rocking back and forth. Suddenly, a hand clapped down on my shoulder, tearing me apart from my sister.

"No! Ali!"

I was pulled from the ground, and was face to face with...Chris. I escape his grip, I back away from him.

"No , you're supposed to be-"

"Dead? I know, but I'm still here."

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Did you?"

His face remained expressionless, his eyes were so cold.

"What?"

My voice began to raise. "DID YOU KILL HER?"

A smile soon grew on his face. "Yes, I did." I was soon blinded by rage, adrenaline pumped through my veins. I threw myself at him, tackling him. I want him to feel my pain, everything I've been through. I punched him over and over again. I wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop. The more I hit him, the more angry I felt.

My sister.. My baby.. My life..

He took everything from me. Once I finished, he suffered from a black eye, blood was gushing from his nose. I clutched his shirt. "How could you live with yourself!?"

He chuckled.

"It's quite easy."

Suddenly, the air was pushed out of me. He punched me in the stomach. He kicked me over, and over again int he stomach, guaranteeing that my baby has no hope in surviving. He was ready to kick me again, I caught his leg, and I did the only thing I could do. I bit him as hard as I could. I need his DNA, even if I don't survive this.

"Get off!" He began punching me in the head. I won't let go. I felt blood beginning to pour.

"Get off of me!"

I closed my eyes tightly. Soon enough, he was able to kick me off of him. I wiped the tears and blood away. "I'm done running. I'm done hiding. You've taken advantage of me, way too many times, and I won't stand for it."

Go One More.

He backed up a bit, to the point where he was near the stairs.I examined the area around us. I watched the blood go down his leg. I lunge towards him, he flinches, and trips down the he reached the bottom, he stood in the middle of the area. I stared down at him from the railing. I look up, and see a chandelier. he begins to limp towards a box. I don't give him the chance to even open it. With the adrenaline pumping through my veins even more. I jump from the railing, grab onto the chandelier, and drop right on top of Chris.

The box fell open, and the gun was there. I quickly grabbed it, and tucked it into the back of my pants.

Chris sits up. "You little-"

I pull out the gun, and point it at him. I walk closer to him, to the point where its aimed at his head.

"Go ahead, pull the trigger. It won't do you any good. The police are just going to see some prostitute who shot me, and her sister."

I stare down at the gun.

"That's right. That's the very gun, that killed your sister."

"I have nothing to lose anyway." I chuckled sickeningly.

I take the gun and point it at my head. "I guess this is it. You've finally killed me."

Don't worry! There will be more, I would never end a story like that!

I would've written more, but it wouldn't let me soo.. To Be Continued! :D

Hope you liked it!

~Kristina