'Tiffany's Diary, August 7th. It's been one year, ONE year since that little incident. My boyfriend was such an emotional wreck last year, constantly thinking about some awful shit he had to go through.

I still remember that night when I visited him at the hospital. He woke up after he overdosed on a bunch of sleeping pills, following a mental breakdown. That's when he opened up to me, telling me how he was really feeling on the inside. I was there to listen to him, and ever since then: he's been acting strange. Like, I'm not even sure if this is the same guy I met over 3 years ago. He used to be a bit more, what's the word... charismatic? Sure, we've been together since my birthday last December, but I dunno. I'm just concerned about him.

As of late, I noticed he's been acting even more strange around the house. Even though I thought he made amends about his trauma. But that's been seeming to die down lately and now he's been going back to the way he was almost a year ago.

I even caught him doing something very disturbing last week: he was cutting himself, which as VERY new to me. It was such shitty timing that my mom had called me while I was bandaging it up. I thought about talking to her about it, but no. I can't bring myself to tell her, especially since she finally quit smoking. I wouldn't wanna stress her out.

Well, besides all that: I have been enjoying something, at least: my new job at CC General. I'm FINALLY a registered nurse. I graduated Glenberry back in May, which I'm very happy about.

I have a new boss he's actually been very helpful to me. Not only do I consider him my boss, but I also consider him as my friend. I even told him about the issues with my boyfriend, and he offered, even encouraged, that me and him have a therapy session. After what I witnessed last week, I'm definitely considering it.

JD's a nice guy with a good heart, but as of late, his heart has taken a sudden dark turn. It's almost like he has some kind of darkness inside but hasn't found an actual light yet, or something. Eh, some poetry I learned. But still, I know something's wrong with him, and I wanna help him get through this.

I've been here for him since the start and I love him. He has no idea how much it would kill me if something ever happened to the poor guy. He can be arrogant at times, but he's not a complete douchebag, despite what some people said about hin. Hang in there, babe. I'm gonna take care of you.'

Commotion City General Hospital, almost 5 o'clock in the evening. Tiffany Maye, a 23 year old woman with blonde hair, was almost finished with her shift in the hospital. She seemed like she enjoyed her new job as a registered nurse, taking care of any sick or injured people that would come in for treatment.

She looked at the clock, seeing the hands laying on 4:58 in Roman numerals.

"Ah," the blondie said. "Looks like it's almost time for me to clock out."

The blonde nurse walked down the hallway, heading back towards the nurse's station to clock out for the evening. She really enjoyed working there almost as much as she liked attending the old college of Glenberry, even if it wasn't exactly in its prime anymore. Still, the new nurse outfit looked almost as cute to her as her classic schoolgirl uniform, which she still wore almost as much as her new nurse outfit, for some odd reason. People didn't seem to question it, at least.

As she was walking, still making her way to the clock out desk, she had passed by an open office, having a plaque reading 'Howard Beckman, M.D.' on the wall beside it.

"Excuse me, Nurse Maye? Could I have a word?" a rather gruff English man's voice said, coming from the office.

She turned around, walking in to see what the gentleman wanted.

"Oh hey, Dr. Beckman. Did you need something?" she said, turning to him. He appeared to be a pudgy middle-aged man with no hair, only having a bit of black hair on his face. He wore a white lab coat and had stethoscope dangling from his neck.

He looked at her, giving off a somewhat stern yet welcoming look, almost as if he was having a steady build on their relationship.

"I've been noticing that you seem to be a tad distracted as of late. Are you still concerned about that husband of yours?" he asked, already aware of what was going on with her at home.

"Well, he's not my husband, really." she stated, correcting the gentleman. "But yeah, I guess that's a thing that's been throwing me off. I just can't stop thinking about him. I'm too afraid to leave him by himself sometime in case he... ya know?"

Beckman nodded. "I see. I'd honestly find it a bit disconcerting if my wife were having such behavior. Have you convinced him to attend my therapy sessions yet?"

She shook her head. "N-No. Not yet, at least. But I will say: he's being kind of difficult as of late. Every time I bring up therapy, he completely ignores me or tries to change the subject. I'm really worried about him. And after what happened last August, I feel like he really does need therapy."

The doctor nodded. "I understand. I mean, you can't force a young man like him to get therapy against his own will. However, I do strongly encourage you to convince him otherwise. I already know about what he went through. I can imagine what kind of trauma he has after the Greenseed incident. I know they are a terrible organization and I know that kind of immorality needs to be shut down."

She nodded, agreeing with her boss. Even if Dr. Beckman was trying to be helpful, she still wanted to mention a major problem that they might come across.

"You know he doesn't exactly trust you, right?" Tiffany stated.

"Hmm? I haven't given him a reason NOT to trust me. Why do you think he's developed a distrust in me?"

"He thinks I'm having an affair with you" the blondie stated.. "I've told him that all you do is help me if I need it, but he always takes it like you do some nasty things with me."

The doctor gasped, looking shocked at what she just said.

"But we don't." he said. "I'm not that kind of person. He should very well know this. I've been married to Lynn for twenty two years, and she's in MY age demographic. His thought pattern is completely incorrect."

"I-I know. And even when you compliment me, it's nothing really sexual. It's more or less of 'you're doing a good job, Nurse Maye!' or 'Good work, Nurse Maye!'. I mean, I guess there was that one time last month when you complimented me saying that I looked cute in the nurse uniform, but that's about it."

He nodded. "But it's true: You look adorable in the nurse outfit. If there were a person to worry about, it would be that nosy intern, Reznik."

She blushed. "Y-Yeah. He knows that. Besides, I made a promise to never leave him. And after what I did at Glenberry while he was being tormented, I at least owe him that. I guess he's just paranoid, is all."

"Or has developed some trust issues." Beckman stated. "Regardless, I have a mostly open schedule for therapy sessions. After all,"

The doctor turned his head to the wall, which had a bunch of framed papers hanging. They were all of his degrees in medical school.

"I didn't spend eight years getting all of my medical degrees for nothing. Science, of course, can do wonders on or modern society."

Tiffany shrugged, not understanding his extreme love for science. Then again, not too many people understood her love for school.

"Listen, I'm gonna try and convince him to get therapy with you." she said. "But I can't make any promises. I'm just really worried about him after what I saw last week."

The doctor understood. Dr. Howard Beckman was experienced in most of the medical fields, including a 4 year PHD in psychology. He definitely had a lot of medical history, for sure.

Tiffany then glanced at the clock, realizing it was now a few minutes passed her shift.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed. "Listen, I'm gonna go clock out. Have a good evening, Dr. Beckman."

"See you around, Nurse Maye. And please, call me Howard. We're all friends here." he said.

She smiled, proceeding to leave his office and finally clock out. Her shift at CC General was over for the day and she was now free. Time to head to my new home...

Tiffany got into her car and turned the key.

"Ugh..." she muttered. "I need to get home and wash my face. It looks a little crusty."

The blondie started to look at herself in the mirror, not at all liking the slight flaking starting to crease through he makeup.

I hope no one notices.

She then began to disregard it, knowing that she was heading straight home for the evening and wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing her chapped makeup.

She then backed out of the parking lot, and began to drive down the highway heading towards her current home in the suburbs.

Tiffany definitely felt like moving in with Justin was the best choice. It was closer to her mom and Audrey had a place all to herself, which was their old apartment they had shared during their college years before she graduated. But even if his mental issues were a slight setback, the pros outweighed the cons.

He's my boyfriend, after all. I wouldn't want him to be alone, especially after Momo just moved out without reason.

On her way back, her cellphone began to ring. The caller ID read the name 'Audrey' and had a picture of a brunette woman with a purple long sleeve shirt and crucifix necklace dangling above her small breasts.

"Hello? she answered.

On the other end, the voice of a familiar party girl could be heard, though now it seemed as though she became sober and stopped going to Lusties Nightclub as much, despite being one of her favorite hangout spots for the longest time.

"Hey, Bestie. What's up?" Audrey greeted.

"Nothing much. Just heading home right now. I just finished my shift at the hospital. I'm liking it so far."

"That's good." the ex-party girl replied. "I'm glad you have a steady job. Hell, I'm glad you can have a job period. I'm proud of you, Tiff."

"No, no. I should be proud of YOU, Audrey. After everything that went down with those mob guys a few months ago, I'm so glad you stayed sober. You've definitely turned a new leaf."

The ex-party girl paused, going into a bit of shock about what happened that day.

Fucking Clyde, fucking Jack, fucking assholes...

"Y-Yeah, I'd prefer it if we not talk about that." Audrey stated.

Tiffany frowned, feeling slightly ashamed.

"Ooh... "Sorry, I forgot."

Audrey shook her head. "Ah, don't make such a big deal over it. At least I'm happy with my life now, even if I didn't get to graduate. I mean, look at what I have: a decent friend group, a nice church to go to, a strong relationship with God, and a possible boyfriend that the nerd introduced me to over on Bich."

The blondie chuckled, remembering that this was a thing going on between her and a somewhat popular streamer over on the site. Nikki showed her an angry Christian guy named Will Kennison and it was love at first sight, despite not knowing each other too well.

"Oh yeah. How's that working out?" the blondie asked.

"It's going somewhere." the ex-party girl replied. "Ah, Will Kennison. Angry Christian, Good heart. I mean, hey: he's doing good shit though, exposing all of those sinners that are ruining people's streams and showing their dicks online. I love that shit!"

Ha! Sounds like an interesting dude, that's for sure.

Suddenly, the brunette Christian girl decided to change the subject, now shifting focus to her friend's side of things.

"So, how's Justin been doing" Audrey asked.

Tiffany let out a sigh. "He's doing... I don't even know anymore!"

The way the blondie shouted threw the ex-party girl completely off. Tiffany was never the type of woman to sound pessimistic like this. But for some reason, it sounded like she had been pushed a little bit over the edge

"What's wrong, Tiffany? Is he OK?" she asked, sounding pretty concerned.

The blondie sighed again.

"He's a lot of things." she replied, having a bit of grief in her voice. "But none of them are OK. There's something wrong with him."

Oh God... What if it has to do with...?

"You know it's been about a year since-"

"I know, I know." she interrupted " It's been about a year since he overdosed. Trust me, I remember it so much cause I was there in the hospital with him. And whe I thought he was fixing himself, something must've clicked in his head and made him go back to where he was. I even caught him doing something last week."

Hearing this raised even more concerned for Audrey. What on Earth was he doing?

"What'd he do?" she asked.

Tiffany gulped, feeling a bit of discomfort trying to explain what her lover was doing.

"He was uh..." she nervously said. "He was cutting his wrists last week."

Audrey gasped. W-What? Alright, that motherfucker has NEVER been a cutter.

"Cutting himself?" she hysterically said. "Damn, if I were him, I'd need Jesus." the ex-party girl said, trying to be as sincere as possible.

The blondie shook her head.

"No, Audrey. He needs THERAPY." she stated. "And trust me, I'm begging him to have at least a session with Howard. But he's been very reluctant. He's constantly changing the subject and not wanting to elaborate. It's just overwhelming."

"But like, are you OK?" her friend asked.

"Yes, I'm fine.." Tiffany said. "I'm just worried, that's all. Every day when I'm at work, I keep thinking about him. Dr. Beckman even noticed it becoming a distraction, and it's all because I love him. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him. Heck, I probably wouldn't be able to live with myself, especially after what happened back in January when he got hit."

Audrey nodded, also remembered the traumatizing incident where she had ruined a get together, sparking JD to have a mental breakdown and ending the day beiing hit by a semi-truck in the rain. He was in a coma for a period, but thankful woke up from it. For a while, it seemed like he had changed, but she still couldn't help but take most of the blame for what happened, as she was heavily intoxicated that evening.

"I'm sorry." she said, giving an unnecessary apology.

"No, you don't have to be sorry." the blondie said, trying to reassure her best friend. "We went over this before: What happened that day wasn't you, it was the drugs talking and clouding your judgement. That's exactly why I sent you to rehab."

Although she could understand it, she still felt some remorse for almost getting her ex-partner, now current friend, killed. Even if what Tiffany was saying was true, then she still needed to do some major repenting for her sins.

"Still, it was MY choice to take drugs that day. I mean, yeah, I was trying to cope after I lost Uncle Nate, but I shouldn't have snorted that shit. Iit almost got JD killed. Had he not woken up, it'd be all my fault."

Tiffany frowned, pitying the sobered up party girl. Hearing her fun-going best friend now getting somewhat emotional over an event that happened 8 months prior wasn't easy for her to hear, especially after all they had been through.

"Regardless, we're passed that point now. Cheer up: You've changed, you're sober and everyone's forgiven you. And really, he doesn't even seem to be upset with you. He never really acknowledges it, to be honest. But I know one thing: he's bitter towards your aunt for ditching you and the rest of the family in favor of that disgusting sugar baby business she's got going on." she exclaimed, not being a fan of what Ms. Belrose was doing.

The ex-party girl agreed, understanding why he would feel that way, considering they had a relationship at one point behind Nathan's back. But as soon as Nathan Belrose had died, his wife, Brooke, inherited his fortune. After a bit, the money finally got to her head and she cut ties with most of her previous employees, as well as her children and extended family, which included Audrey, who once had a great bond with her loving aunt. Now, her little cousins to be taken care of by the various maids/butlers who worked for the Belrose family.

Not only that, but Brooke even sent one of her girls, who she once had as one of her sugar baby's, to a mental institution as a business decision.

Tiffany slowly pulled up towards the concrete driveway of her current home, which was located in the run-down suburbs of Commotion City.

Home, sweet home...

The blondie then turned the car off, still on the phone with Audrey.

"Well, I just pulled up. Man, I gotta take a shower when I get in there." she said, still not liking the flaking on her makeup.

However, something felt off about her pulling up. There was no sign of Justin opening the door to greet her, nor any indication that he was even inside. This moment felt off to her. Something didn't feel right...

"Oh God..." she said, feeling chills shrivel down her spine.

"What's wrong?" Audrey asked, suddenly alarmed by her friend's sudden sound of discomfort.

"I dunno. Something's off..."

"What do you mean something's off?" she asked, not knowing what her friend meant by that statement.

"I have no idea. I just got home and Justin hasn't even come out to say hi to me like he usually does. I've got a bad feeling in my gut."

"Hey, calm down." the ex-party girl replied. "You're just overthinking it."

Tiffany shrugged, still keeping her guard down. I know when something isn't right.

She stepped out of the car and slowly made her way to the garage door, which lead into the kitchen.

She nervously turned the key, entering the suburban home.

"Babe?" she shouted, calling for her boyfriend, still on the phone with Audrey,

"Did you find him yet?" she asked, wondering if it was just a false alarm.

"Not yet." she said, not spotting him in the kitchen. "I'll check the living room."

Tiffany immediately ran towards the living room, already having a bad feeling about what she was going to find.

She looked around, seeing if she could spot her lover, who was the same exact age as her, only older by eight days. JD was the love of Tiffany's life. Despite always being there to comfort him, he gives it back to her in return and would always love to cuddle almost every night.

He was a bit dorky for Tiffany's tastes, but once she found out how he was, she immediately began to show more affection to him. She never liked having the idea that one of her friends was dealing with mental issues, especially after going through some horrible trauma involving a group home, which was may have bee a front for some unethical things.

"Wait, what's-" she said, spotting a familiar pair of legs sticking out from the center, exactly where their steel coffee table had been sitting.

As she got a better view, she made a horrible discovery.

"AHHH!" she screeched in blood-curdling agony, dropping her phone on the ground. It was so loud that it vibrated Audrey's phone, freaking her out.

"Woah, woah woah! What? What? What's going on over there? Hello?" the ex-party girl yelled, unaware of what Tiffany was seeing.

Tiffany picked up her cellphone, completely shaken up by what she was seeing.

"A-Audrey... H-He did it again..."