( TRIGGER WARNING: mild violence, major depression, detachment from reality, su*c*dal thoughts, attempted su*c*de )

DISCLAIMER: if any of these topics bother you in any way, i would skip this chapter entirely or PROCEED WITH CAUTION! if you refuse to read this warning, don't bitch at me because of what happens. I WARNED YOU, ALL RIGHT? now, with that out of the way, here's the chapter that was the most difficult for me to write... emotionally.😐

Two Days Later
August 27th, 2004
12:17 A.M.
Christina's POV

The brunette sipped from a glass of red wine as she relaxed on the couch, her hand holding the television, and she switched a few channels from time to time. She figured she could watch one more episode of a random show before heading off to bed for the night; Sidney had gone to sleep an hour before and she was now left in peaceful silence. She knew she shouldn't be staying up way too late because she had to take her sister to school in the morning.

Christina yawned a little and rubbed her eyes, placing her glass back down on the coffee table. It was past midnight at this point and she personally wouldn't mind if she fell asleep right then and there, but she would rather have done that in her own bed. She didn't really care that she felt completely at ease, mainly since she knew she would turn in for the night pretty soon.

She eventually finished her wine, which was the last of the bottle she owned in the apartment. She actually intended for that to be the end of her consuming alcohol for good and, although she knew it wouldn't be easy to quit, she was destined to try. A part of her would always miss how sweet it tasted, but she knew it wouldn't be good for her in the future. So she wanted to actually stop doing just that.

Sighing quietly after not finding any good shows, Christina picked up her remote and pressed the 'OFF' button, watching as the screen slammed to black. She then got up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen, placing the wine glass into the sink. She decided to then scrub the dishes in said sink before putting them all away for the night.

After fifteen minutes of doing that, the woman removed her brown hair from its rubber band and let it land against her back. She was aware that she needed to touch up her roots at the top of her scalp, as the blonde color was seeping back in. And she quite preferred how it looked right now, thank you very much.

Right before she entered the hallway to go to her bedroom, however, a knock came from the front door.

Her eyebrows raising in bewilderment, Christina spun around to face the door. She glanced at the clock above the stove and felt her heart sink slightly. Who in the hell could be at her apartment at nearly twelve-thirty in the morning?

"Who is it?" she called out, keeping her tone at a medium volume, not wanting to wake Sidney.

No response.

Christina gritted her teeth and braced herself, reaching out to the kitchen table to grab her pepper spray. She then began to amble towards the door, holding the spray out in front of her in case someone barged in to attack her.

Whoever the fuck is here better not hurt Sid, she thought nervously as she inched closer, holding her breath so she wouldn't lose all sense of bravery that she had left.

Fifteen seconds later, her trembling right hand grasped the chain on the door and unlatched it. The brunette then turned the lock, leaving her entirely vulnerable to whatever danger could be out there. She wasn't taking any chances after what had happened with the Green Goblin.

She then opened the door ever so slowly, but only a crack to see who could be standing outside.

Once Christina saw who it was, she did feel relief, but it wasn't much as her posture didn't relax at all. She would have rather taken someone like Otto Octavius over the person that was actually there.

"Why are you here?" she asked bitterly.

"I came to apologize," Harry said in a quieter tone than usual, staring right at his ex-friend.

The woman instantly rolled her eyes and went to shut the door in his face, absolutely not wanting to see him after what he had done. However, a strong hand placed itself on it to prevent her from shutting him out, which made her sigh harshly.

"Please just let me talk, Chris..." Harry pleaded.

"Why should I?" Christina retorted, staring daggers at him. "You not only ruined a night that I could have possibly wanted to remember but you destroyed any reason for me to be your friend. I have no reason to forgive you, either."

"Look, I didn't mean what I said that night," he replied desperately, his eyes wide and seemingly truthful. "I was wasted, okay? Just let me inside so I can explain myself."

Christina gave Harry a hard glare for several seconds, contemplating on whether or not she should listen to him. But, choosing to play along, she pulled the door open even further, refusing to break her gaze so she could watch him carefully.

"Come in," she muttered, trying her best to contain her irritation.

After Harry entered the apartment and sat on the sofa in the living room, Christina grabbed a chair from the table in the kitchen and dragged it over to where she could sit in front of him. Doing so, she interlocked her fingers as her hands rested on her knees. She then narrowed her eyes and tilted her head slightly, examining his behavior.

"So... why are you here?" she mumbled, not removing her eyes from him.

Harry awkwardly cleared his throat before sighing to himself, trying to look anywhere but the woman sitting directly across from him. "Uh... I wanted to explain myself and apologize for everything I said to you."

"Go ahead, I'm listening," Christina whispered, her eyes slightly wider with what looked to be the tiniest amount of hope. She couldn't wait to hear this.

"Christina... I'm sorry about that night," Harry began, finally looking at her. "I was drinking too much... and, uh... I didn't mean what I said. I really am sorry...."

Christina patiently waited for more of the apology but, after her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach once she knew there wasn't anything else Harry had to say, she shook her head. "That's not good enough," she said.

Harry scoffed lightly. "What?" he replied, completely flabbergasted. "Chris, I just apologized to you!"

"Yeah, and it was a really shitty excuse of saying you're sorry," Christina snapped back, rolling her eyes into the back of her head. "Why don't you just leave, okay?"

She stood up to walk to the door so she could make him leave, but a firm grip on her left arm caused her to tense up and freeze in place. She glared at Harry, absolutely shocked at how tight his grasp on her was.

"Why can't you just accept my apology so we can forget that night ever happened?" Harry said as he also stood to his feet, his face now twisted into an expression of anger.

"Because I know you don't actually mean it!" Christina fired back, yanking her arm out of his hand.

"Christina, I was drunk!" Harry yelled.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts, Harry...."

"Excuse me?"

Christina then inhaled sharply as she paced the room, refusing to look at the man that had destroyed their friendship after sixteen fucking years of constant support. Her hands clenched into fists as she physically restrained herself from punching Harry across the face; she was outraged that he had even attempted to come over here despite her specifically telling him not to. She was unaware that Peter had also threatened him about this...

"Let's see..." she started, her voice low as she grew hot with rage, finally piercing her gaze into his soul. "You not only ruin a moment that I wanted to cherish for the rest of my life... You have the audacity to show up to my doorstep expecting me to forgive your sorry ass for the hateful words you said to me. And you then lie to my damn face and give the most pathetic excuse of an apology I've ever seen. So, tell me this, Harry... Why the fuck do you think you deserve forgiveness?"

Harry was floored at this point as he stared at Christina with surprise laced in his eyes; he had not expected this kind of reaction from her whatsoever. He wanted to give her some time to recover from the blow of what he had said at the planetarium and then ask for her and him to go back to the way things once were.

But it seemed as though that wasn't going to happen.

"I... I really am sorry for what I did..." he murmured quietly, a little afraid of her now.

"BULLSHIT!!!" Christina bellowed, spit flying out of her mouth as she got up in his face, quivering from head to toe from the pure fury that coursed through her veins.

"No, please tell me what I can do to make things better!" Harry begged, his eyebrows scrunched together as he slowly backed down from Christina.

"Nothing!" Christina shouted, not caring about how loud she was being. "There is nothing you can do to fix this! You not only called me an insane bitch but you mocked my mother's death, but she was fucking MURDERED. I'm sorry your father died but there is no logical way Spider-Man could have possibly –"

A memory hit her right there and Christina's eyes widened as she just stood there in shock. A tear began to fall down her cheek as a single sentence stuck out in her mind from the night Margaret was killed...

"And, from what I see, you look just like her."

After slowly piecing everything together, she finally pinpointed the voice on the phone that had threatened her that terrifying November night. She had already known that it was the Green Goblin's exact tone that she could never get out of her but she may have just realized who had really been behind that devilish mask that was ingrained into her nightmares...

"You know what...?" she mumbled, unable to recover from the shock. "Good fucking riddance... I'm glad Norman's dead."

The sight of Harry's eyes narrowing at those words as he took a menacing step closer to her did not succeed in worrying her. She refused to cower in fear this time and she even tried to make it look as though there was now concern in her eyes.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Harry snarled, giving Christina a death stare as he grew furious.

"You heard me," Christina muttered. "Your pathetic excuse of a father is the person that killed my mother that night. And, if Spider-Man did kill him, that's one less bastard roaming the earth. I feel sad that I couldn't have killed Norman myself."

"Take that back right now!" Harry screamed at her.

"No!" she shouted back, refusing to be defeated this time. "Your father was a murderer and you need to know that, for God's sake! And, if you can't believe me, then you can just leave right now!"

Out of nowhere, she felt herself being shoved aggressively by Harry and her back painfully hit the wall. She stared at him in utter shock that he would get violent, despite knowing that she had been pushing his buttons the whole time. She knew deep down that he deserved to know who Norman Osborn truly was and the fact that he had been her mother's murderer. Even though she finally had closure in knowing this, she felt even more guilt for going nearly two years without realizing this.

"You're a fucking bitch, you know that?!" Harry growled as he stared daggers into her. "I don't even know why I decided to be friends with you in the first place. You're a horrible person and you're not good enough. You will never be good enough for anyone. Nobody here loves you or is ever going to love you, you hear me?!"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Christina screeched, propelling Harry backwards and jutting her finger towards the door. Her heart was now torn to shreds at those words. "GET OUT OR I'M CALLING THE COPS!"

Harry just stared at her with a sinister gaze in his brown eyes, holding back the urge to slap Christina like he did to Peter that night at the planetarium. He decided to listen to her instead, stomping towards the front door. But, after he opened it, he turned to Christina and uttered a sentence that would completely destroy her from the inside out:

"You should have fucking died that night..."

And he then slammed the door so loudly that Christina thought the wood would crack.

The brunette could have sworn that she stopped breathing for several seconds as she stared at the door in utter appallment, and oxygen struggled to leave her lungs. Her world slowly began to spin as all sound started fading, those words never leaving her subconscious as she clawed at her chest. She whimpered quietly as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the hatred in Harry's voice.

You should have fucking died that night...

Maybe he's right, she thought.

"NO!" she cried out, her hands going to the top of her head and tugging at the strands of hair on her scalp. "He's wrong..."

Everything that has happened is all your fault.

"No, it isn't..." she mumbled helplessly.

Maybe you should just end it all and get it over with.

Christina dashed over to where the wine bottle sat on the kitchen counter. Twisting the lid off, she raised it to her lips, desperate to drown her sorrows and forget this ever happened.

But the bottle was empty.

She had drunk the last of it fifteen minutes prior.

"SHIT!" she screamed, hurling the bottle towards the wall next to her, not caring that it exploded into a million shards of glass. She then trudged towards the living room and flipped the coffee table over, which made a loud CRASH emanate throughout the entire apartment.

Feeling utterly disoriented and dizzy, Christina sat down on the sofa as she breathed heavily, her hands trembling fiercely and it seemed as though they would never stop.

Ever so slowly, her emotional state began to shut down entirely; although she was still conscious, her vision began to turn black, no matter how she tried to stop it....

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Sidney's POV

The young girl had been woken up by the yelling and had heard every hurtful sentence Harry Osborn said to her older sister. Absolutely terrified of what was to come, she instantly made her way towards the landline and grabbed the phone, dialing a number that she had only recently come to memorize. With a shaky hand, she put the receiver up to her ear, hoping that the person on the other end would pick up.

After twenty seconds of constant ringing, the line clicked.

"Hello?" came a familiar voice.

"Uh, hi, Peter..." the girl began, trying to contain her composure as she peeked back out the door to her bedroom. "It's Sidney... It's about Christina. I think Harry's here... him or the Devil himself."

"What?!" Peter cried out, and it seemed as though his voice had a mixture of panic and pure anger laced within it. "What the fuck is he doing there?"

"I think to apologize for whatever the hell he said to her," Sidney answered lowly, whispering into the phone to ensure that she wasn't heard. "Listen, you need to get here as fast as you can. Chris doesn't seem so forgiving and it may be starting to get physical..."

"Oh, I'm gonna kill him..." Peter mumbled under his breath, even though Sidney could still hear.

She didn't say anything about that.

"Sidney, I'm on my way, alright?" Peter added when she didn't reply. "But listen carefully to what I tell you. Make sure Harry leaves. If he's not gone when I get there, he's a dead man. And make sure Chris is alright. Lord knows she's already been through hell."

"Of course," Sidney said right away, her breathing trembling as she tried to hold back to tears of worry. "Just please hurry."

"I'll be there as soon as I can," the older man assured her before hanging up the phone and the line clicked once more.

Taking a deep breath, Sidney put the phone back on the nightstand and carefully creeped out of her room. Her hands shook lightly as she listened to the pure silence that now filled the room, which was something that greatly concerned her as she entered the living room.

The first things she noticed were the flipped coffee table and the thousands of glass shards sprinkled around the kitchen floor. The thing that worried her the most, however, was the sight of Christina being eerily calm as if the whole argument between her and Harry didn't affect her whatsoever. Normally, if the older woman was angry, she would be trembling from head to toe as a result; but she did nothing of the sort. It was as if the rage had been brief.

This worried Sidney even more....

"Chris...?" she murmured gently to get her attention.

The woman slowly turned her head in her little sister's direction and the sight of her expression horrified Sidney. Her usually bright eyes were completely blank and the young girl was unable to see anything in them but darkness. She knew at that moment that she would have rather seen Christina with her heart shattered than... whoever the hell was actually sitting on that couch. It looked like her but it didn't at the same time.

"You should be in bed..." the brunette mumbled in a lower tone than she ever used. Her voice came out completely monotone.

"Chris, what did he do to you?" Sidney asked her cautiously, her voice beginning to quiver.

"That's none of your business," Christina responded almost right away, slowly standing up to fully face her. "He's gone and he's not your concern, all right?"

"Yeah, but you are," Sidney protested, bravely taking a step forward despite how much Christina truly terrified her right now. "I need you to tell me what he did so I can help."

"You can't," the older sibling muttered, lowering her head lightly. "It's over, it's done."

"It doesn't seem like it."

"Well, it is. You should go back to sleep."

"I can't," Sidney mumbled. "I... Chris, don't get mad, but.... I called Peter and told him what happened. He's on his way here."

The sound of Peter's name just about brought Christina back and she nearly ripped herself out of whatever was holding her down. But the darkness won and she felt truly lost now... and there was nothing she could do.

"Peter isn't a part of this," she simply said. "You had absolutely no right to call him. When he gets here, kick him out."

She then attempted to make her way past Sidney, but the younger girl blocked her path, a desperate expression in her eyes. "No!" she cried out, her brown eyes beginning to fill with tears. "I heard everything Harry said to you, Chris. You're not okay! And he had no right to talk about your mother that –"

"Don't," Christina snapped at her, anger finally seeping through her blank slate. "Do. Not. Say. Another. Word."

"Chris, I'm sorry about everything that's happened to you," Sidney said, her voice way more timid now. "But now I'm scared... I'm scared that I'm about to lose you."

Instead of offering comfort like she normally would, Christina shook her head slowly. "You have no idea what loss is..." she muttered, her hands clenching into fists.

"Christina, PLEASE COME BACK!" Sidney howled, beginning to sob as she harshly shoved the brunette back to try and wake her from whatever she was pulled into. "DON'T FUCKING TELL ME THAT I DON'T KNOW WHAT LOSS IS BECAUSE... THE TRUTH IS THAT I WOULD FEEL SCARED AND ALONE WITHOUT YOU!"

Christina seemed completely unphased by the young girl screaming at her with a distressed kind of voice, and she ignored the tears coursing down her sister's face. Instead, she remained vacant despite it seeming as though she was trying to fight the emptiness within her; but it just kept winning.

"You should go back to bed..." she whispered before walking past Sidney and towards her bedroom, the slamming door causing a loud BOOM to echo in the young girl's ears.

Sidney just stood there, completely dumbfounded as she stared at the empty space in the room where her sister had just been standing. Christina had walked by her so quickly that she thought that she had teleported for a small moment but, when she heard the door slam shut, that idea was vanquished from her mind. She slowly turned around to face the adjacent hallway, her shoulders sagged in pure guilt that she couldn't reach her.

Tears fell down the poor girl's cheeks as she felt as though the emotional state Christina was in was her fault....

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Thirty Minutes Later

The pre-teen girl carefully tiptoed to the bedroom at the very end of the hall, her head hanging slightly low as she tried her best not to make any noise. She took a deep breath before placing her hand on the doorknob; she hesitated a little bit before twisting it and slowly pushing the door open. She silently stepped inside, her bare feet touching the cold hardwood floor as she peered over at the bed that sat in the middle of the room.

The first thing she acknowledged was the human figure under the blankets as it seemed that Christina was asleep. Her breathing was even so either she had calmed down significantly and was back to her normal self or she had passed out the moment she hit the mattress. Either way, Sidney refused to leave the room as she lumbered over to the left side of her, examining her for just a moment.

Deciding to be a little bold, she gently sat down next to her before laying her body down on the mattress. Sidney then placed a tender hand on her sister's arm to provide solace and emotional support. Her tears were long gone at this point but she felt as though she needed to do this.

"Christina..." she whispered ever so quietly, making sure not to disturb her. "If you're awake, you don't have to say anything. Just listen to me... I know you're going through a lot right now, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. Harry's wrong.... You're very loved by me... by Peter, and Mary Jane, and Aunt May... and so many other people. You're more than good enough for this world. And you deserve everything..."

For a moment, Sidney could detect the muscles in Christina's upper arm tensing up slightly but they eventually relaxed.

"I love you, Chris..." she murmured, finishing what she absolutely needed to say.

Sidney then raised up a little to place a caring kiss on the back of her sister's head; she reluctantly pulled away as she sat back up and stood to her feet. Afterwards, she pulled the blanket further up to cover Christina in case she was freezing. She then snuck out of the bedroom, pulling the door shut.

What she didn't know was that Christina's right hand had been clutching the edge of the bed, her knuckles as white as bone. And her eyes were wide open....

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Christina's POV

The moment she heard the door gently shut, Christina faintly rose up from the mattress, staring straight at the closet doors across from her. Her breathing was calm... almost too calm, even. She had no idea that she couldn't actually see anything in front of her but blackness, mostly due to her subconscious controlling her body the entire time. She was unaware of her surroundings as all sense of reality vanished within seconds.

Unbeknownst to her, Christina Johnson was truly gone for the time being... her mental state had spiraled so out of control that she had been unable to contain how she really felt about the words Harry had branded into her brain.

She slowly moved her right arm and her fingers caressed her left wrist gently, hoping to feel Margaret's watch there.

Then she remembered what happened to it.

Instead of breaking down into tears, though, Christina didn't react at all.

Now... she felt nothing about the complete loss of her mother....

Her expression remained something unlike herself; it was almost as if she were possessed by a demon that was controlling every thought she tried to get rid of for years now. Now she really did believe that what Harry said to her was right despite what Sidney had tried to assure her; the words she had comfortingly whispered had gone in one ear and out the other and she didn't actually hear them. Either that or she chose to ignore them entirely.

My fault.

My fault.

My fault.

My fault...

My fault...

My... fault....

It's all my fault....

This time, she did not protest against those nasty thoughts.

Christina's left hand reached towards the nightstand as she stared in the direction of the objects that rested next to a picture of her and Sidney that was taken over a year ago.

Just get it over with, she thought to herself, or so she believed. The voice didn't sound like hers.

It sounded like Norman's....

She hesitated for a moment as she tried to physically battle the urge to do what she was about to do, but her mind wouldn't allow her to and she was reeling from that. She was unable to feel a single tear steadily trickling down her left cheek as she desperately wanted to escape this sort of outlook on what happened.

You don't want to do this... her mother's voice entered her psyche and Christina was nearly pulled out of the gloom.

But she still couldn't bring herself to be free.

Her hand finally reached one of the prescription bottles on the nightstand and she picked it up so she could inspect it. Christina tilted her head ever so slightly as she surveyed the words written on the bottle, and she determined it to be the prescription for her anxiety. She then looked at the other orange-colored bottles and watched them almost as if she were daring them to move or speak.

Maybe this would solve all of her problems.

God, she hoped so. She needed to get out of whatever this mentality she was trapped in was.

Christina slowly detached the lid from the anxiety bottle.

Please... God... Let them forgive me.... she thought.

It was finally her voice in her mind....

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Ten Minutes Later
Peter's POV

He was covered from head to toe in soot and smoke, and he coughed from time to time as he stumbled down the street. He was still recovering from the absolute mess he had just gotten himself into, and he could hardly see through the fogginess in his glasses.

Peter was absolutely exhausted from running into that apartment building that had erupted into an inferno of flames. After a frantic witness had informed him that there was a little girl trapped on the second floor, he had sprinted for the entrance and just barely got that kid and himself out before the first floor exploded.

Afterwards, the firefighters that had shown up to put the flames out had offered him a tank of oxygen so he could breathe better. He then overheard a conversation about how someone else had been trapped in the building but on the fourth floor; apparently, that person had never been able to make it out of the entrapment of the flames. His heart sank a little bit as he began to feel a bit of guilt seeping through him... he could have saved that poor civilian and prevented their death.

But he had been completely unaware of their presence two floors above him.

He was grateful that he had managed to get that little girl out of the building, mainly because he would never get how truly scared she seemed out of his mind. But it had all come at a cost....

At the moment, however, Peter made it to Christina's apartment building and walked inside as he suppressed another cough. It was extremely difficult but he managed to keep one from escaping him. He got into the elevator and took it to her floor so he could see how she was doing.

He prayed to God that Harry wasn't there or he swore that he would tear him apart. Sidney didn't tell him all that much over the phone but he had a feeling that his ex-friend had hurt Christina even worse than he had that night when they were all at the planetarium. And, if he had, Peter knew that it wouldn't be ending well for that son of a bitch.

After stepping out of the elevator, he approached the front door of a specific apartment and gently knocked on the door. "Chris?" he called out, hoping that either she or Sidney were still awake and ready to let him inside.

When there was no response, though, he started to grow really worried that something could have happened to them. The first thought was that they had been kidnapped and he didn't want to have to deal with that when it came to Christina again. He reached out to grab the doorknob and he twisted it slightly.

It was unlocked.

What the fuck? Peter thought, raising an eyebrow.

He slowly opened the door and walked into the first room, staring straight ahead as he examined the living room and the utter pandemonium that seemed to have occurred in there. His eyes widened as he stepped around the apartment, calling out for both girls in a slight panic; he saw the flipped coffee table and the broken glass and automatically assumed that what had happened was a repeat of Christina being snatched by the Green Goblin nearly two years ago.

"Chris?!" he shouted, his breathing quickening a little. "Sid?! Where are y'all?!"

"Peter, what's going on?" came Sidney's sleepy voice from her bedroom doorway as she rubbed her eyes.

"Sidney, where's your sister?"

"She went to bed about an hour ago," she replied in a puzzled tone. "Why are you covered in soot?"

"Don't worry about that," Peter said, shaking his head lightly. "Did Christina act weird or anything like that before she went to her room?"

"Yeah, she did..." Sidney answered right away. "She wasn't herself, Peter. She was... weirder than normal. But she went to bed after that... I think."

That caused Peter to make an immediate beeline for Christina's bedroom at the end of the hall, his nervousness at an all-time high right now. He didn't even bother knocking, as he feared that something terrible had either already happened or was about to happen.

"Chris, are you in here?!" he yelled, flicking the light switch so the room was illuminated in pure brightness.

Christina was nowhere to be seen at first, as the mattress was empty. This made his eyebrows scrunch together in utter confusion as he looked all around, wondering what could have possibly happened.

Then he walked over to the left side of the bed and looked down at the floor.

Peter's heart completely stopped for several moments.

"CHRIS!!!" he screamed in pure fear, dashing over to what he saw.

A violently trembling Christina was lying in a heap on the floor, hanging off of her bed by her legs; her breathing was extremely shallow and slow as Peter made his way to her. She was unconscious and a small trickle of blood was coming out of the corner of her mouth. The brunette was sweating so badly that her hair was soaked and her mouth was slightly hung open as her body was scooped up into her best friend's arms.

One look at the nightstand and the open prescription bottles told Peter everything he needed to know.

"Chris, wake up!" he cried out frantically, gently shaking her to try and get her eyes to open.

But she was completely unresponsive at this point.

Placing two fingers on her neck, Peter could feel an extremely weak pulse and tears began to fall down his soot-covered face.

"SIDNEY, CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!" he bellowed to where the young girl was standing not too far away, sobbing hysterically. He then looked back at the woman in his arms and cradled her closely, just silently pleading that she would hang on for just long enough to get to a hospital.

Not too long later, Sidney came barging in after dialing nine-one-one to see what was going on, but Peter refused to let her see the horrible sight. However, the young girl pushed past him and saw what was in his arms.

Sidney wailed as she crumpled to her knees, sitting next to Peter (who was trying to comfort her) as she caressed her sister's face, only wanting her to wake up, for the love of God!

But Christina was unable to open her eyes....

A/N: so... that happened... i guess...

before you guys begin to freak the fuck out on me, christina is going to be okay! DO NOT WORRY! she will eventually recover from this and she's alive!

also... i beg you readers to PLEASE not try and shit on me for this chapter. i didn't write the topics featured in this part of the book to be an asshole. i wrote them because they serve a legit purpose in the story. i also took this chapter 100% seriously because i've been though some of the crap christina has suffered through.

additionally, if any of you guys have ever gone through something similar to christina and want to ever talk to me, private message me and i will provide as much support as possible.

AND if you guys have ever thought of doing something harmful to escape any pain, i encourage you to please talk to someone about it. it can be a family member (parent, sibling, cousin, etc.), a friend, a therapist, a school teacher. find someone who will listen and actually want to help you.

and one more thing, if i see a single one of you even ATTEMPT to criticize christina for her actions later in the chapter, please remember that she was NOT in control emotionally. she was not aware of what she was doing... at all. that is what detachment from reality is like. if you even try to say shit like, "wHy WoUlD sHe Do ThAt To HeRsElF?!?! sHe HaD nO rEaSoN tO dO tHaT!!" i will not be happy with you. so don't even go there.

ANYWAYS, thoughts on this chapter? i know it was absolutely devastating, but i still want your thoughts.

were christina's emotions accurately portrayed? that was my main hope for this part of the book. i didn't want to write this in a way to make it seem as though i didn't care.

do you guys hate harry now? i certainly do!😀

do you guys hate ME for this chapter? i wouldn't blame you.

also, i feel so bad for christina, sidney, and peter in this chapter. they all deserve millions of hugs...🥺

predictions for the next chapter?

what are you hoping for the next chapter?

i will risk saying be looking forward to the next chapter. it is NOWHERE near as earth shattering as this one was, i promise.

-denbroughswife