(A/N: So sorry I haven't Updated in a while. I was away from home, without internet access! And no it wasn't a vacation, I just didn't have internet where I was. So here's the chapter that took forever to come…)

5. Followed

I'm so thankful for Kara and Liz's music being very loud. I needed the distraction. I'd been having trouble not thinking about, every detail of what happened. The one they were currently playing was one of few songs I'd written for their "crazy" part of the concert. Weirdly glad I was being pulled into the dressing room by Jenny (Kara's mother). They're having a skit that partially takes place on top of a special made gazebo. They decided to feature me since I'd written songs and was "such a great support". So I was happy to do it! J At the beginning I was to appear out of a trap door and 45 sec later the other dancers came out. ( I was simply being pulled around - easy!)

Jenny appeared from behind the clothes rack with a white dress with just tank-top straps. "You like? Kara picked it out!" I cant wear that! "Umm…Could I maybe wear a sweater with it?" I CAN'T show my arms! They'll see the bruises! "No silly! Unless, you really want to stand out from the rest of the dancers!" she explained and handed me the white dress. I was about to panic and back out until I saw several cases of concealer a couple styling stations down from me.

Alice's POV

Please be here, please be here, please oh, please oh, pleeeeaaaaase be here!! I'm not allowed to look and so far I haven't seen anything yet. My family is trying to convince themselves they're only here with Carlisle, whose honestly here because he can medically and emotionally help Bella with her abusement. Or whatever was going on with her.

I'm not ashamed of why I'm here. I want to see my best friend, even more so now after hearing the songs she wrote. Hoping it wasn't hers, but giving up once I saw her on the large screen after almost every song! "This is just so sad. I just feel more guilty playing part. The damage is horrifying!" Esme complained, sobbed, and closed her eyes. We all looked at her with the same look of guilt. Jasper didn't bother helping, he felt even worse. If he hadn't attacked her, the idea wouldn't have been put into Edward's head. I knew he shouldn't have come. He'd felt so much better for a long time now, but he's been feeling horrible since her delivery mishap. I hated seeing him this way.

The current song ended, and nothing happened again till the small audience stopped clapping and whistling. Music was played from what had to be a mixer, it was a soft tone. A small door opened from the floor and Bella appeared

Arms in the air, eyes closed, hair up, white dress, and…wait…no bruises! We weren't imagining any thing, were we??

Bella's POV

It sure was hot below stage! One of the dancers had a small portable fan, and every one was huddled around it, except me. I had to be ready to push the door open right above me. I had to be doing exactly what we practiced earlier that day.

I was so nervous I was going to sweat my cover-up off my arm, mess up, or trip. I needed to mouth the words while it was being played (Cant mess that up either). At the moment Brandon was playing a song I wrote that would go with the music on the acoustic guitar, that he came up with.

My Favorite lines.

"I know I'm not the best for you, but promise that you'll stay. Cause once you go you'll see me wasting, you'll see me wasting away…"

"… Goodbyes are meant for lonely people standing in the rain, and no matter where I go its always pouring all the same…And all wanna do is love you, but I'm the only one to blame…"

"… Cause today, you walked out of my life, and today, your words felt like a knife…I know if your leaving, all you did was stop the bleeding, but these scars will stay forever…stay with me or watch me bleed, I need you just to breath…"

The music ended and there was a long silence (no music). It was for us "performers" had time to get ready and for Kara and Liz to take their necessary places.

The music stared and I open and I opened the door, eyes closed the whole time. I mouthed the words along with Kara and Liz.

I put my out on the stage in front of me, then I put them straight up in the air. I walked up the rest of the ladder, and crawled exaggeration out on the stage. I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead, the dancers practically floated to the top.

Two grabbed my arms, and four stood in front doing their routine. While I stood there eyes closed, and head down. The four went and danced under the gazebo. I was being dragged forward, when we reached the end of the stage, I took a lunge for the crowd. But their strong hold held me back. It was how we rehearsed, but it didn't stop the pain from the bruises. I instinctively winced at the pain.

Three of us headed for the ladder. I "forcefully" yanked my arms from them. I started up the ladder, all six followed, I didn't notice how or when. I spun around these waist high wooden poles along with the others.

At the corner of my eye I saw, not dozens of people I didn't know, but six very familiar faces. I knew it! I knew they would come!! Shocked, I didn't move on to the next wooden stake, so my hand slipped. As I fell off the roof, my body twisted and reached out to the floor where I was standing.

I grabbed for the pole that held up the roof, and slid down. None of that was supposed to happen!!! The dancers retreated, worried but confused. My body ached but I managed to hide it. We went back under the stage as the song ended.

I passed under to the dressing rooms in a hurry, hid, and cried my eyes out. They came to see me, and wouldn't leave without their "comforting" and answers.

(A/N: I hope you liked it! This one was sort of the most challenging to write, but the next few I think will be even harder. The lyrics are from the song called Like a Knife and is written and forever owned to Secondhand Serenade! No copyright infringement intended. The song in the story, I decided not to put in anything specific you can play any song you want in your head. I've even came up with my own idea. Next ch. Coming soon! Promise.)