Hey Guys! Sorry I haven't been able to post much! I was going to post some during spring break but my family planned a surprise vacation and where we stayed didn't have very good reception. Anyway here is the new chapter and it is a long one. There is a lot of drama to come and I do mean A LOT so prepare yourselves. I won't keep you much longer so here is Chapter 27!

Jordi's POV

"Jordi," I look up from my history homework to see Dr McAndrew entering my room. "I want to ask you a favor." He says.

"What? No hello?" I tease. He rolls his eyes and pulls a chair up to my bed taking a seat.

"Hello. Anyway I need your help with something." I straighten up.

"Of course, anything." I tell him. He looks down at his feet a moment before sighing and glancing sideways at me.

"It's Bee." He states and my heart stops. "She has been very unresponsive lately and we are growing very very concerned. She hasn't been taking to the treatment as we had hoped and at this point we believe she is even worse off than she was before the suicide attempt." I hate hearing those words, suicide attempt, they are so cold and dark.

"What do you mean by unresponsive?" I ask tentatively and he sighs.

"She's built up a wall between herself and her outside world and currently she's living inside her head. This is extremely dangerous and could have disastrous consequences if we don't pull her out of the hole she's slipped into." He explains but I give him a confused look.

"So how can we even do that?" I shrug. "It's not like we can get inside her head."

"Emotions." He answers after a pause. "She is so unattached from her surroundings because there is nothing forcing her to be present. Sure she seems like she's all here but-"

"No," I interrupt. "She's not all here, I've noticed too." Dr McAndrew gestures agreeingly before continuing.

"But, simple daily routine is not going to 'wake her up'. If anything the opposite needs to happen." He scoots a little closer for emphasis, talking with his hands. "We need something raw. Something that will make her feel some kind of way so strongly that it snaps her out of her dazed state to face the feelings that have been forced down all along. Either that feeling be happiness, sadness, anger, remorse, or even fear, we have to get some kind of reaction out of her and if we don't act quickly then we have a very strong chance of losing her."

"What about that situation with Hayden Cole a few days ago? She had a whole bunch of emotion there." I suggest but Dr. McAndrew shakes his head.

"That was all surface layer, it was more of shocked burst of feelings that slipped past her guard. Ever since then it's been prevalent she's taken even more extreme measures to block away these feelings. We need something that's going to really reach down and rip up all those emotions she's shoved inside herself." He exclaims.

"So what exactly are you thinking?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"Well Jordi that's where you would come in! You have a close relationship with Phoebe so she will respond better to you than with the rest of the staff or patients. If we can get a reaction out of her in the next 24 hours that would be making a remarkable step in her recovery." He tells me striking a nerve. Does this mean Bee likes me more than anyone else here? It's a gratifying feeling but also a heavy responsibility.

"Just tell me what I have to do." I nod waiting for my orders. Instead he stands up from his chair and pats me on the knee.

"You know her best, I'll leave the decision up to you. Just whatever you plan to do, do it soon, we don't have that much time left." Ha, well no pressure there. With that he gives me a slight nod before leaving.

Bee's POV:

I stare at it. The small steel door with it's cold handle. I try turning it again but each time I try it's the same outcome. Locked.

"They closed it off since the accident." I hear a voice behind me. I don't turn to acknowledge it but instead strengthen my gaze at the door convinced the harder I stare the more likely it is to magically unlock. There are gentle hands on my shoulders before the voice speaks again in a more concerned tone. "You weren't think about doing it again were you?" It asks softly and I groan turning away from their grasp to face them.

"No Jordi, why would I be stupid enough to pull that stunt again." I snap before stopping myself to apologize. "I'm sorry," I say rubbing my face roughly. "I don't know what's gotten into me." He nods before taking my hand and leading me away from the door. Again I pull away. "I really don't feel like going to the stream right now. There are too many memories connected to it and I don't think I can handle it."

"I'm not taking you to the stream." Jordi says extending his hand once more. I look at it skeptically before cautiously taking a hold of it.

"Where are we going then?" I ask but of course he doesn't answer.

Time skip

We are up on the senior center floor now. We stand on the same small stage as when we performed during Christmas. In front of me is the beautiful black grand piano and I look down at it.

"Jordi what are we doing here." I mumble glancing away uncomfortably. He places his hand on my back.

"You've been in kind of rough shape," he says gently. "I think you need this."

"I haven't touched a piano since Christmas, what makes you think I'd know what to play now." I say trying to avoid the situation. Jordi shrugs sitting down on the bench and pulling me down beside him.

"I think," he says taking my hands and placing them over the keys. "That your fingers already know what to do, that everything else is just a mental block you've formed. Music is a way of expression and you've been putting in way too much effort to fight off any sort of feelings you have. You're afraid to play because you don't know what emotions will follow with the music."

"That's stupid." I scoff.

"No, it's true. You're just choosing to deny it so you don't have to face it." I turn to look at him. He's right, God he's so right. I look back down to where my fingers are lingering over the keys. I mean how bad could this really be?

"I don't even know what to play." I whisper softly. Jordi leans in so he is right in my ear.

"Just play." He whispers before pecking a soft kiss on my cheek. I take a shaky breath before my fingers dance around on the various keys. I wasn't expecting to play an actual song but instead like a classical piece that I would have engraved in my muscle memory from all the time practicing. My fingers decided to play differently.

It's that song "Let Her Go" by Passenger. I've only ever played it once, a rainy Sunday I sat down for a couple hours and forced myself to learn it by ear. When I don't sing the opening chorus Jordi gives me a look before nudging me gently.

"Come on." He urges softly. "You picked this song for a reason, it won't give you what you need if you don't perform it all the way." I really don't want to sing, my voice is shaky and I'm rusty as Hell but like Jordi said, I can't stop myself from softly mumbling the first verse

Staring at the bottom of your glass

Hoping one day you'll make a dream last

Cause dreams come slow and they go so fast.

My voice begins to break as I sing the next lines, the lyrics trying to yank sobs from my throat.

Well you see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you'll understand why

Everything you touch only dies.

I hardly even finish the chord before I bang on the piano and pushing myself up from the seat. Tears are spilling over my cheeks and I can't even remember a time when music made me this upset. I hate it. I blindly run towards the elevator, my hoarse cries shaking my whole body. I don't even look back to see if Jordi's following me but instead press the button repeatedly to shut the steel metal doors.

Alone in the cold elevator I sink down to the floor holding my head in my hands sobbing. Time flies quickly on the short ride between floors and soon I hear a ding signaling the doors sliding open. Without looking up I reach my hand to press more buttons, to extend this solitude for as long as I can but instead I feel a palm against mine grasping hard.

I snap my tear filled gaze up and can faintly make out a figure in the entrance to the elevator.

"Go away Leo!" My voice croaks as I try to pull my hand away. His hold is strong and even though he is in his wheelchair it doesn't stop him from getting up and hobbling over to me. I roughly turn away from him into the corner of the elevator but he stands above me.

Before long I feel his hand loosen just slightly from mine and I quickly snatch it in toward me.

"Bee," he says softly. "Come on, let's go get Nurse Jackson."

"No!" I snap at him. "I'm fine just leave me alone! Alright?" At this more hot tears pour down my face and I hate myself for looking like such an idiot. Leo hops over and slides down beside me. I force myself to glare at him. "What are you trying to do here?" I ask sharply.

"I'm trying to be a good friend." He says, his tone reminding me of that of Claire's before the accident. My eyes widen at the memory and I push myself up off the floor before taking off in a sprint down the hallway, the elevator door nearly shuts but I make it out, unlike Leo who's stuck going to another random floor.

I race to my room and stop abruptly in my doorway, panting heavily. I haven't taken down those decorations Hayden gave me, I thought they were too pretty, but now looking at the soft pinks and happy purples I feel a surge of anger. How can I inhabit a place that so poorly represents me. I'm not beautiful like the cherry blossoms on the painted large sheet of roll out paper, I'm a wreck and my room should signify that.

I race toward the mural and rip it down from the wall. I then continue to yank down all the twinkling Christmas lights and tear apart my neatly made bed, decorative throw pillows scattering around the floor. I look around my now destroyed room with a crazed feeling, a forced smirk forming on my lips before the tears spill over once more. I pull the comforter off of my bed and wrap myself in it before collapsing onto the floor on the other side of my bed, out of the line of sight from any of the passer-bys on my floor including the nosey gazes of intruding nurses.

I curl up on the floor, biting my knuckles in an attempt to quiet my sobs. I don't know how long I've been crying when there's a tap on the blanket. Instinctively I shout for the person to go away but they quietly unravel me from the covers.

I look up and see an angelic face looking down at me. Her slightly tan complex and long dark auburn hair are touched by light flooding into my room. My eyes widen and all air rushes out of me.

"Claire?" I croak out reaching out to touch her. She looks a little confused for a second but doesn't say anything. Instead she takes my hand and helps pull me upright. I can't take my eyes off of her, everything is blurry and dreamlike but her hand is real and I hold onto it tightly. She helps me into my bed and tucks me in. She turns to leave but I cry out.

"No!" I shout. "Don't leave me again." She returns to my side with a soft smile on her face running her fingers through my hair over and over lulling me to sleep. I feel her lips press faintly on my forehead before I give into my exhaustion letting my eyes lock shut.

Jordi's POV

"Who are you?" I ask a girl coming out of Bee's room. She jumps back startled.

"My name is Alex, who are you?" She replies back in a sweet voice.

"What were you doing in there?" I continue to pry ignoring her question. She gives me a slightly skeptical look but answers kindly.

"I saw her room destroyed and noticed her on the floor. All I did was help her into bed." She shrugs softly before tilting her head to the side. "I apologize if I did anything wrong but I really must be going." She says offerings a small smile. Everything about her is small. I stare her down carefully a moment before stepping aside and allowing her to pass by. She gives me a small nod before walking away. I turn to watch her when I notice the strangest thing. On her shoulder blades are what look like tiny white feathers. I may have been seeing things but I could have sworn they were wings

I have to keep this short because I'm getting ready to leave but special shout outs to xoElle23 Allie Shimoni and Devon for your reviews. Today's QOTC is, Do you guys think I should do something special for when we reach 100 reviews? If so then what? Thanks again for all of the reviews and support!

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