~!Author'sNote!~ This is gonna be a short chapter, y'all. I'm sorry about that. I've been working a lot and had some family stuff going on. But, I try to update as fast as I can. Oh, and it's a bit sad, as well. Which wasn't my intention but I thought it could use a bit more drama.
Also, to Brittany, who reviewed on Chapter 8, I've already started my Set It Off story but will include you. I just started Chapter 4 and I can put you in. If you want a certain role in the story just let me know. xoxo, Aly.

"Ugh, I don't have the patience for this!"

"Kiersten, sit still." I ordered and continued cleaning the large cut on her back.

"Well, this is boring." She groaned. "Ow, that fucking hurts!"

I shook my head. "It was your decision to get drunk and dance on the table. I told you not to do it, you did it. And then you fell. This is your own fault. So shut up."

"Don't be mean to me!" She shouted.

"I'm not being mean, I'm being honest, Kiersten."

"Is everything going okay?" Jack knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yeah, everything's going fine." I called.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure." I said.

Jack walked in and cringed slightly. "Damn, Kiersten, that looks bad. Are you alright, honey?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. I'm tough." She laughed.

"Jack, can you hand me that bandage?" I asked, pointed to the bandage on the sink.

He handed my the bandage and I pressed it over the cut.

Kiersten inhaled sharply.

"Sorry." I said.

I didn't have many supplies to work with so I had to hold the bandage down with an athletic wrap that I wound tightly around Kiersten's torso.

"Can I stand now?" She asked from the floor.

I nodded and held my hands out to help her up.

"You should probably go lay down though." I said. "Just to be safe."

She nodded and headed for her and Jack's bunk.

I cleaned up the blood and peroxide off the floor and walked into the back lounge.

"She good?" Zack asked.

"Yeah. She'll hurt for a few days, but she'll be fine."

"Annabeth?" Alex said.

I turned, "Yeah?"

"Come here." He gestured for me to follow him out of the room.

I followed. "What's going on?"

"I, uh, I just got a call from Garrett, you know. Since I've been talking to him. Since, ya know, you guys are friends and all that. And uh, well, God, how can I put this?"

"Alex, just say it. It can't be that bad." I said.

"Annabeth, it's about Trish."

"What about her? Did she get hurt?" I asked.

"Annie, she's gone." Alex whispered.

"Gone where? Where did she go?" I shouted.

"You know what I'm saying. She... she killed herself." He said.

Suddenly, every thought running through my head stopped. My mind was ready to entirely shut down.

Only one thought lingered, one single word.

Suicide.