Heads up-this Chapter is where the story kicks off. Prepare yourselves.

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Izzie pushed Meredith in a wheelchair toward the exit of the hospital. The pregnant surgeon scoffed and stood up, walking toward the door herself.

"I don't need a wheelchair. I'm fine. Thank you, Izzie, but I can walk to my car from here." She said, hugging Izzie briefly.

"Be safe, okay? Take it easy." Izzie nagged. Meredith smiled at her.

"I will. Bye." She said, waving and turning back to the doors of the hospital.

Izzie has just pulled the wheelchair around the corner when she heard voices. She turned around and looked to see who it was. George was at the hospital. He had disappeared as soon as he found out Meredith and Derek were engaged. Now he was back. And he looked really drunk.

"Look at that! It's the future bride!" He shouted drunkenly. Meredith furrowed her eyebrows at him.

"George, are you drunk?" She asked. He laughed, a lot harder than was necessary.

"Yes, I am. Do you want to know why? You. You never gave me a chance. The only person who never realized I'm in love with you was you! You made me think I had a chance and then you cried. You cried in the middle of what I thought was the happiest moment of my life! Then you go and you get with the veterinarian, of all people, and then BAM! McDreamy's magical lovechild pops into your uterus and I have no chance at all! You never gave me a chance! And now here I am, drunkenly screaming at you in the middle of a hospital! You did this to me. You did this to me." He yelled, his arms flailing with every word. Meredith's eyes shone with tears.

"George, I-"

"Shut up, Meredith! Do you ever shut up and let other people talk?! It's always about you and your stupid problems! We all have problems! Would you just shut up for once so someone else can have a chance?!" He screamed. Meredith shrunk away from him, stepping backward and flinching every time he flung his arms up into the air.

"You and Derek deserve each other. I'm done. I'm so done. Screw you, Meredith. Have a nice life with McDreamy. And by the way, he will hurt you again. And all of us won't be here when he does. I hate you." George spat, storming away from Meredith and leaving her standing, shocked, with tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Izzie watched as her friend walked slowly through the doors of the hospital. Meredith walked out to her car and drove away. Izzie turned to follow George but her pager went off and she had to leave. She told herself not to worry about Meredith. She would be okay.

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Derek used his key to unlock the door to the house, a hot container of soup in his hand.

"Meredith! How are you feeling, honey? I brought you your favorite soup like a promised!" He called up the stairs. When there was no answer, he climbed up to her bedroom and opened the door. The lights were off in the bedroom but a sliver a brightness shined in from the bathroom. She must be in there. He set down the soup on the dresser and opened the door to the bathroom.

Derek's eyes went wide and he froze in shock. The floor of the bathroom was soaked in blood. A huge puddle had formed around the toilet, which was filled with vomit. A pile of bloody clothes sat on the ground.

Derek searched the bathroom for Meredith. He looked in the closet and he even checked the shower. He couldn't find her. He walked back into the bedroom and flipped on the lights. A loud gasp jumped up his throat. A thick trail of blood led from the bed to the bathroom. A huge red stain was on the sheets. And Meredith was gone.

A note on the bed caught his eye. He was filled with hope that it would give him an idea of where she was. He didn't want to think of the other possibility. He ran over to the note and plucked it off of the sheets, holding it close to his face to read the sloppy handwriting.

Don't waste your time looking for me.

Derek felt his heart shatter in his chest. What did this mean? What had happened? Where was Meredith? Where was his baby? A sickening idea dawned on him and the note fell out of his hands. What if someone did this to her? What if someone hurt her? What if she was dead and someone wrote the note to make it seem like she ran away? What if he would never get to see her again?

Derek stumbled into the bathroom again and fell to his knees in the blood. He lifted the shirt from the ground and inspected it. It was her Dartmouth shirt. The one with the hole in the back of the neck. The normally grey fabric had been stained dark red and the DARTMOUTH was barely recognizable. Derek held the shirt to his face and smelled it. Underneath the overwhelming stench of blood, he could smell her. Meredith. The shirt smelled like her.

Derek didn't realize he was crying. Tears soaked his face as he held the shirt tightly to his chest as if holding it tightly enough would bring her back to him. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether to call the police or Meredith's friends. He didn't know if Meredith was okay or if she was even alive.

The only thing he knew was that she was gone.

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Like I said- the story is kicking off. Don't stop reading! We've still got a long way to go.

Kisses!

-E