A/n: ah sorry about the delay. Probably updating the star before this one next, but here's something.

His eyes are glazed, vision shattered to himself. Nothing seems clear anymore. The drink now melted to the point of tasting exactly like water. Fumbling to even attempt to take a sip. When it smashes on the tile, his rage is only fueled. His skin glistening, perspiring without him even noticing.

"Fucking fuck."

His fist slams on the counter so hard that it draws blood.

"Hey buddy take it easy!" The bartender says.

Take it fucking easy?

Quinn's mind divert to a deadly scenario where his hands are wrapped around his neck choking the life out of this guy. If only he could get up. The smooth Vodka had done him in, trying to beat one of the hottest weeks on record. One more fucking meeting in the morning and he was gone for good. He swears if they bring her up again though, his ass will gladly be in prison for killing the fucker that did.

One patron, willing to stop the uncomfortable stares Quinn and the bartender are giving, begins gathering the shattered glass.

"Here let me help you with that," her voice rings of pure nature, one that he wasn't use to hearing.

"But you'll cut yourself," Quinn fails to realize how unflattering he really sound.

"Um..." She continues to collect the glass despite his comment.

He begins to help her, with little accomplished.

"Fine if you're going to do it then I'll just fucking leave!"

His feet drag on the sidewalk, stumbling and trying to stay on his feet. He'd do anything to go back in time and stop himself from leaving her to begin with. It's too late now seeing that she never wants him in her sights again and he's quite sure that the next time he'll see her is a distance away at her own funeral.

Seven days go by rather quickly. Maggie hears the same thing everyday from the nanny that by noon, just in time for lunch, she hears Franny crying in the room alone and the bathroom door is locked. It's still something though and they spend 9 to 12 every day together like clockwork.
Maggie wonders if it's just that fact that Carrie still won't leave that damn room for anything.
Eventually they both knew that it had to happen.

She wakes later than usually seeing 10:11 on the clock. It's quiet, more like dead silent. Nobody's there at all. There's no food or coffee either and for once she's hungry. It's safe to leave, a perfect opportunity to make a trip to the kitchen. The fridge is fully stocked, although all she wants is the greek yogurt on the top shelf.

"Hi!" A voice startles her from the kitchen table.

"Jesus fucking christ Ruby!" She covers her face looking down.

"You're not suppose to say stuff like that!" Ruby gets closer.

"Ruby why are you here alone!? Where is everyone!?"

"Um... I'm not here alone. You're here. Plus I'm 13. I can take care of myself."

"Oh... right."

She stares at the container, thinking about a way to get it, but Ruby is still there watching. Her niece is calculating, just waiting for Carrie to ask for help.

"Hey Ruby can you go get the door, I think I heard someone knock?"

"I didn't hear it."

"Well can you just go check?"

"No."

"Damn it Ruby please!"

"I know you need my help Aunt Carrie. All you have to do is ask."

"I don't need fucking help. I'm going to be this way forever so stop fucking trying to help me now! I just don't want to make you watch! So please go get the fucking door!"

She does what she is told, knowing that no one was at the door, but finds Carrie with what she was trying to get back in the kitchen.

"So where's your mom?" Carrie slowly engages in conversation seeing that Ruby was not going away.

"At the pediatrician."

It becomes awkward quick, but her niece continues to be curious.

"It's just a checkup, in case you were wondering," Ruby adds.

Carrie acknowledges her with a faint nod, but regrets what she had started.

"Mom said that you need to go to the doctor, I overheard her," Ruby admits. "She said you already missed two therapy sessions."

"So?" Carrie defends herself.

"So don't you want to get better?"

"You don't understand Ruby, you're a child. I'm not going to get better!"

"That's not what they said. They said you have a 20% chance. I may be a kid but a know what a damn fraction is!"

"Ruby!"

"No you listen to me Carrie! You still have a chance but you seem to hate yourself so much that you don't want to get better. If you're not going to do it for yourself than at least do it for Franny."

Carrie's eyes widen, hearing what she needed to, but not exactly what she wants.

"I... I will," Carrie claims feeling defeated by a teenager.

"You can say what you want, but you have to do it!"

Maggie is shocked to see that their dinner is interrupted by a virtual stranger.

"Hey," Maggie attempts to hide her confusion.

"I heard her cry. Thought she might be hungry."

"She is. I got it. It's okay."

"No Maggie it's not okay. I'll do it myself."

"Okay."

This small gesture is just the beginning.

"Hey," Maggie makes her way into Carrie's room at the end of the night.

"Hey."

"Carrie do you want to talk?" Maggie casts a short reel.

"Yeah," Carrie sits up slightly in the bed. Maggie sits at the end of the bed waiting for Carrie to say something first.

"Maggie I'm not going to lie to you, I was going to kill myself a week ago with the knife in the bathroom drawer."

"Shit!" Maggie jumps, racing into the bathroom locating the blade exactly where Carrie said it'd be.

"Jesus Christ Carrie!" Maggie returns unable to look away from the object and can't at her sister.

"I know, I know," Carrie continues hardly getting out her words.

"Carrie?" Maggie can no longer keep it in, beginning to sob.

"And then I didn't. And the next day I saw her and I thought about her and you... and," she can hardly continue as Maggie's tears are contagious.

"And all I could think about is what you would tell her when I was gone too!"

Carrie hugs her sister for the first time in a long time, almost a year.

"We all love you Carrie. Don't you ever think we don't."

"I know."

The morning is quiet again, almost.

"Hey you're up early," Maggie says.

"Yeah well I heard the cupboards being slammed so-"

"Yeah I don't know why Ruby is being so loud."

She spots the nanny with her daughter, wanting to ask to hold her but doesn't.

"Carrie you have an appointment today," Maggie disrupts her thoughts.

"Oh... But you have to work."

"I have a ride set up for you."

"Oh."

"Carrie you are going to go aren't you?"

"Um..."

"Carrie?"

She stares at her niece, then her daughter knowing that she at least had to do this one thing for them. No matter how much false hope she'd have to endure. The pain of hearing she could get better when she knew she never would.

"You leaving?" She asks the nanny.

"We were going to head for the park while you had your appointment. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, yeah of course."

The door slams and she's alone again. This was the first time she was back that she didn't want to be either. The slight knock on the door is rather comforting.

"It's unlocked," Carrie shouts hoping they'd hear her.

As the door eases open, Carrie regrets everything she had been thinking when Quinn appears in the doorway.