I am so sorry, guys! Life has been super hectic and I got really busy with our school musical. Our director thought that it would he a great idea to put on The Phantom of the Opera in 6 weeks... Anyway, here is a super long chapter to make up for my long absence!

Disclaimer: I'm sorry if this chapter is factually incorrect. I don't have any experience as to how a psychotic break manifests or how BPD is triggered. If anyone out there does know than I would be extremely glad to hear from you so I can make this more accurate.

The note fell from Dan's hand as tears began to drip down his cheeks. He watched the piece of paper flutter to the ground. He buried his face in his hands and let himself cry for the first time.

"Dan...?" Dan snapped his head up to see Diana standing in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. He jumped up and quickly kicked the note under Gabe's bed, wiping his tears away.

"Diana... Honey... No-nothings wrong."

"Why aren't you at work?"

"Oh, uh... I wasn't feeling well this morning so I decided to call in..."

"Oh, okay. Where are the kids?" Dan straightened up in confusion. Kids? Had she forgotten what had happened last night?

"Um... School. Diana, do you... do you remember what happened last night?" Diana hesitated.

"Uh, no actually. I must have had a headache. Why? What happened?" So she really didn't remember. Dan struggled to come up with a story about last night.

"Oh, um... Nothing exciting really. Just a, uh, great... family game night..." Dan mentally slapped himself for that excuse. They never had family game nights.

"Okay. I'm going to go shower."

"Wait!" Dan flew into a momentary panic before he remembered that he had cleaned up all of the blood. "I... uh... I love you." Diana smiled at him in slight confusion.

"I love you, too." Dan fell back onto Gabe's bed, rubbing his face. He sighed before sitting back up. He fished under the bed and pulled out Gabe's suicide note. He stared at the words on the page, memorizing the loops and lines of his son's handwriting. Without thinking, he crumpled the paper up, tears pricking at his eyes again. He stood up and went to the trash can. His hand hovered above the empty bin, unable to release the ball of paper. Sighing, Dan turned his face away and let go, hanging his head when he heard the paper connect with the bottom of the bin. Dan turned around and took one last, long look at the room. He walked out into the hall and closed the door, momentarily letting his head rest against the wood. He pulled himself up and made his way downstairs to find something to eat.

Henry was bored. 5th hour World Lit was proving to be the most boring class he had ever taken. Not like he wanted the hour to end. He had a math test next hour that he hadn't studied for. Maybe he should just skip, not like anyone in that class would notice anyway. Henry was kind of invisible. After another 20 minutes of Mr. Bauhman's monotone ramblings, the bell finally rang. Henry gathered up his stuff and meandered down to his locker. Gathering up everything, he grabbed his backpack and tried to find a place to hide out for another hour.

He finally settled on one of the empty practice rooms down in the music wing. He found the room furthest down the hall and opened the door. These rooms were always nice, he could always play away on the piano without anyone correcting him or judging him. He sat down on the piano bench and ran his hands across the keys. He didn't feel like playing today. He walked over and opened the little window. Sitting down on the floor, Henry dug through his bag until he found his stash of pot. Getting high sounded like his best option right now, given that he didn't want to play and there was little else to do in the little room.

He didn't know how long he was smoking, but he must have missed the last bell because someone was walking down the hallway. Henry swore and tried to put everything away. He was about to put his joint in his bag in a panic when he realized that that probably wasn't the best idea. He ran around in circles before flicking it out the window, hoping that nothing caught on fire. The footsteps got closer and he heard the doorknob being jiggled. He panicked, trying to find a hiding place. He spotted the storage closet to his left and darted inside, hoping that whoever was there wouldn't stay for long.

Natalie wanted to punch someone. School was literal hell today. No one would leave her alone! Everyone, and I mean everyone, had to ask her questions about her brother. She had almost made it through the day before she snapped. She was in her 6th hour World History class when it happened. They were supposed to be working on a essay about 18th century France when her teacher came up and asked her why Gabe hadn't been in class earlier that day. She snapped. "He's dead, okay? He killed himself last night! There, does that make you all happy? You finally know what happened?" She grabbed her things and ran out of the class room.

She hid in the bathroom again, crying until she felt numb. She wiped away her tears and sat on the floor in silence until the final bell rang. She slowly hauled herself up and wandered to her locker. She absentmindedly grabbed some binders and shoved then into her backpack.

She was snapped out of her daze when someone put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Shane, one of her brother's long time friends, looking down at her with a sad look on her face.

"Hey, I um... I'm really sorry about Gabe." Natalie looked down and ignored him until she felt his hand move away. She didn't want to be rude, but she didn't have the stomach for any of that right now.

Apparently, it hadn't taken long for the news to spread. As she walked down the hallway leading to the music wing she got a lot of sad or sympathetic looks. She ducked her head down and refused to look up until she was alone.

Lucky for her, the music wing was empty. She sighed and smiled a little bit. She felt more at home here than she did at home. Well, now anyways. She slowly walked down the hallway, trailing her fingers along the wall. She found rehearsal room 8 soon enough and opened the door.

Weird. The window was open. Whoever had the room last must have left it open. Natalie sighed in frustration and walked over to close it. As she reached the window, the smell of pot hit her nose. Nice, some kids must be sitting in the parking lot smoking. Well, as long as they don't bother her, she doesn't care. She walked back to piano and sat down.

Weird. The keys were already uncovered. Whoever used this room before her must have been really careless. Natalie slowly placed her hands on the keys, savoring the sensation of the cool ivory. With a deep breath she began to play, oblivious to the world around her.