A/N: Hey there, guys! Thanks SO much to my reviewers LoveToTheCucumber and Lolzy33! You're my motivation to update, I love you both (in a totally not creepy way xD)!

So here's teh third chapter, which is dedicated to LoveToTheCucumber, who not only reviewed last chapter, but the chapter before that too! Thank you so much! :)

Sorry, but this isn't the last chapter. I will answer a few of the questions you guys probably have though, so all is not totally lost. Next chapter will definitely be the end; I promise!

Oh, and just as a refresher, the chapter starts right after BB asks A if she's suicidal and she's about to answer him.

Song of the Chapter: Never Too Late, by Three Days Grace

Aside from that, I don't have much else to say, so on with the chapter!

A's POV

I took in a huge breath of air, unsure of how to break it to him gently. Or should I break it to him at all? But he told me not to lie, so what should I do?

Still unsure of what to say, I began, "I. . ." yet ended up trailing off, crystal tears pooling in my eyelids. How could I lie to him?

Beyond reaches a long pale hand and grips one of my own, his crimson eyes gazing longingly into mine. His thin lips parted as he whispered shakily, "Please, A. . ."

I pressed my chapped lips together; it's all I can do to prevent myself from crying, or hugging him, or doing something that would only trouble both of us. In the end, I decided honesty wasn't to get me anywhere in this situation. I know he'll figure out I'm lying eventually, but at that moment, it's all I could do.

I was able to force a hushed whisper from my scarred throat, "Oh, Beyond, I couldn't ever do that. I'm just really upset, and I don't know what to do. Doing that won't solve anything, though." A tiny, sad smile shakily took form on BB's lips, and he pulled me close in a tight hug. I hadn't realized how much I missed this; I'd been avoiding him for such a long while. I drank in the scent of his crisp cotton shirt and wrapped my arms around him as well, sure that my face was red with embarrassment.

I wasn't able to see his face as he spoke, "A, I'm so glad to hear that. Please, please don't ever do this again. It's too dangerous." I nodded into his shirt, and he pulled away. I wanted to reach out for him again, pull him close, feel the warmth of his body against mine, but if I truly was to commit suicide soon, that probably wasn't the best idea.

At that moment, my stomach grumbled, and a slow smile spread on BB's face. He grabbed my arm and murmured, "I got you lunch; let's eat together." I nodded and we both strode into my room to where my bed stood, two white trays of sandwiches placed on the wooden table beside it.

I grabbed a tray and sipped my bottle of water silently, keenly observing Beyond, memorizing his every action. Was I truly ready to let go of him? It was then that said teen interrupted my thoughts, "A, I don't think I can leave you alone after what I just saw. I'm skipping the rest of my classes today and staying here with you."

I ripped my eyes from his body, choosing to stare at my unappetizing ham sandwich instead. Apparently he didn't completely believe that I'm not suicidal. Then again, who can blame him? He just walked into quite the scene- a bloody razor in the sink; me curled up on the bathroom floor, a shaking, bloody mess. If he'd done that, I certainly wouldn't have left him soon afterwards. I probably would have stayed and comforted him, just like he did for me.

I simply nodded and responded, "Okay." Following my answer, we ate in silence.

BB's POV

I didn't leave her alone until that night when I tucked her into bed and made her promise me she wouldn't do anything to hurt herself. Don't get me wrong, I was relieved to know she's not suicidal, and I really do believe she's not lying to me, but there's still a chance that she could hurt herself anyway.

Ever so carefully, I padded over to the door, careful not step on any of the squeaky floorboards. Then, I shut the white door and prayed to the deities that A wouldn't discover another way to cause herself harm. I made my way to the opposite wing where the boys' dorm was, entered my room and lay down on the tiny white cot, burrowing in the tattered comforter.

I can't stop thinking about her. Even when we're not in the same room, A's the one thing that occupies my mind. Now that I know she's unstable . . . God, what the hell would I do without her? She promised that she won't take her life, but can I really trust her word? I've never had to question her honesty; we've always been able to tell each other everything. She hasn't lied before though, so I suppose I should believe her word. A wouldn't lie about something so serious . . . would she?

My eyelids began to droop after that, and I turned my head to the window. Pale moonlight filtered through the screen and flowed onto the Oakwood floor beside my bed. That was the last thing I saw before I drifted off into sleep.

A's POV

I waited until the door clicked shut to open my eyes. Then, after a few minutes of reassuring myself that he wasn't coming back, I sat up and removed the crumpled blanket from my body. My God, I'd laid there a long while before he left. At first I tried to take a nap as he sat there watching over me, but after about half an hour of wasted effort, I just stayed still and quietly begged he thought I was sleeping. Beyond did leave eventually, though it took a lot longer than I'd imagined.

I sighed, emotionally drained from our discussion. Now that he took away my razor I needed to find a different way out. Did I have a bottle of Tylenol or something? No, we had to go the nurse for that. Ugh, why did he have to make this so difficult? Beyond would never understand me. All this pressure . . . there's no cure for it, and there's only one way out! Why does it have to end like this? Why, oh why do I have to be so weak?

I took a moment and thought about Beyond Birthday. Would he be upset to see my lifeless body collapsed on the floor? That's a silly question; he'd probably be destroyed. I know I'd be devastated if he ever tried to take his own life, maybe I'd even be driven to suicide.

I shook my head in attempt to clear my mind; no, I couldn't think of B. It would only make the task at hand so much harder. At that thought, I wandered back into the bathroom. There had something in here I could make of use . . . the toilet? Ew, no, drowning myself in a toilet would be degrading. The same goes to choking myself with a toothbrush; ugh, that just wouldn't do.

Thoroughly frustrated, I fisted a handful of dirty chestnut hair, and directed my gaze at the crystalline mirror, and then I had it. I knew exactly how I would exit the world. But I wouldn't do it just yet; I still had a few things to take care of. One of those things would be saying farewell to BB, of course indirectly though, to guarantee he couldn't fool with my plan. Then again, I was fairly certain I'd be able to execute my arrangement without much trouble. I wasn't ranked first in the house for nothing. . .

A/N: I'm not quite sure if I'd call this a cliffhanger. Well, I guess it is, but only because you guys don't how A will commit suicide (if she's successful in her attempt, of course). Oh yeah, and there's always the possibility that BB will save her once again.

Okay, so next chapter will officially be the last, but I think I'll also have a short epilogue afterwards, just so you can see what happens in the end.

Thanks so much for reading; I'll love you FOREVER if you review! C'mon, you gotta admit that the new review button looks awfully attractive. . . ;)