Ashton's POV

"Jesus Christ.  Could you guys possibly get any louder?" I shot a dirty look at Calum and Michael, who ever having an intense Call Of Duty battle.  Rae was sleeping in her room and I was trying to listen to Green Day and do work.

"YES!" Michael yelled, "I CAN GET SO MUCH LOUDER!"

"Fuck off." I snapped and returned to my work.  I was seriously not in the mood for this today.  We have world tour in 4 weeks and we still have a lot of stuff to schedule.  We need photographers, security guards, and hotels.  I usually get stuck working with the managers and scheduling all this.

My phone rang.  I quickly picked it up.  Probably one of the managers.

"Hello?"

"Hello Ashton!" A older woman's voice said, "This is Dr. Lewis."

"Oh hi.  Um, is everything okay?"

"Actually, yes!  Everything is just great.  I have some news that I think you all want to hear." She said brightly.

"Awesome!  I'm just going to put you on speaker, if you don't mind." I quickly motioned for the rest of the guys to gather around the table.

"So I've been looking back over my notes and thinking a lot about your situation.  I've decided that she doesn't have a mental illness."  No mental illness?

"In our visit Rae didn't seem to show any of the symptoms of either anxiety or schizophrenia." Dr. Lewis continued, "She told me that she had issues with trust, not anxiety.  It's a normal thing for kids with a traumatic past like that to show symptoms like that because they aren't used to their surroundings.  Rae isn't mentally ill.  She just had some issues with trust in the beginning."

"Are you sure?" Michael asked her, "She doesn't have any anxiety or anything?  Like, not at all?"

"I don't think so," Dr Lewis said, "All the major incidents were in the beginning, right?  That was probably the time where she was feeling the most vulnerable.  You also said that she's gotten better, that's because she's gotten used to you guys."

I mean, it made sense.  Rae had been getting better.  But there were also some pieces that definitely didn't fit.  Still, she's the professional.  If she says there isn't anything wrong, then nothing is wrong.

Reject's POV

"Stop it!" I slammed the razor down on the sink.  "I don't want to do this anymore!"

I know, but you have to

"Why?"

I'm only looking out for you, Rae.  Everything I do is only to help you.

"How does hurting myself help me?" I asked it.  Talking was safe, the boys were out at the studio.

It will.  You just have to trust me.

"How am I supposed to trust you?  You're making me do all this stuff I don't want to do.  And why are you being so nice to me?"

Because I have an idea

"What is it?"

I don't think you'll agree to it

"Just tell me." I was starting to get curious.  An idea?  They've never directly told me that they've had idea.  I want to hear it.

You know that bridge on Autumn Boulevard?  The one that is just off the road.

"Yeah."

Jump off it

"No!  I would die!"

No you wouldn't.  You would only die if you drowned.  You won't drown.

I crossed my arms over my chest, "I still don't want to."

C'mon Rae, you're not going to drown.  Can we at least go there and draw?

I rolled my eyes, "Fine."

I grabbed my sketchbook, a few colored pencils, and the leather jacket that Michael had got for me.  Ashton claimed it made me look like "a pothead gang member" and "wasn't good for publicity" but I liked it.  Besides, Michael had already lost the receipt.  It was mine.

Bridge, Autumn Boulevard

I scribbled quickly on the small whiteboard on the fridge and went on my way, making sure to lock the door behind me and the spare key was safely in my pocket.

It was the kind of the day that you dreamed about.  70 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, and a light refreshing breeze.  Perfect.

Autumn Avenue wasn't a far walk, maybe 8 blocks or so.  We lived in a secluded area away from most of the big cities so I didn't have to worry about being stalked or kidnapped or anything.  I love having this kind of freedom.

The bridge itself wasn't very big.  It stretched about 15 or 20 feet across a river.  Maybe you could fit a small car over it, but nothing more.  I sat down in the small space between two of the posts that were holding up one of the rails.  I got out my sketchbook and tried to draw the water below. 

It was a lot harder than I thought it would be.  Maybe it's because I'm high up.  If I really did jump from the bridge it definitely wouldn't be enough to kill me.  I would have to drown in the rushing water below, which looked to be a definite possibility.  It was moving quite fast.

Someone's coming

I looked back at the road.  A car was pulling up.  It looked like Luke's car.

Jump

"No.  I'm not going to jump."

A person got out of the car, it was Luke.  How did he trace me here?  Oh, the note.  That's right.

"Rae!" He shouted, "What are you doing?"

He's mad at you for going out without telling them.  He's probably going to hit you.

I looked back at him.  They're right.  He probably is mad.  God, I'm so stupid.  I never should have done that.  Now I'm going to get hit.

Jump before he can come and hurt you.  At least then you're dying on your own terms.

I stood up.  Maybe that isn't such a bad option after all.

"Stay right there!" Luke yelled and started jogging over.

That's when I ducked under the handrail and stepped off the bridge

Luke's POV

"I want icceeeee creaaaaaaaaaaam!" Michael complained and laid his head on my shoulder, "Can we get ice cream?"

"Yeah!  Let's get ice cream!" Calum said and bounced up and down in his seat, "Ice cream ice cream ice cream ice cream!"

Ashton sighed, "Okay, fine.  But let's stop back at the house and get Rae.  I feel bad for leaving her alone so often."

I pulled up to the house.

"Okay Luke, go get her." Michael told me.

I groaned, "Can you do it?  She hates me."

"She doesn't hate you." Michael assured me, "She just doesn't trust you.  There's a difference."

I went into the house to get Rae.  I obviously love her but it's just so frustrating because she doesn't like me at all.  I try to give her all that I have, but she doesn't accept any of it.

The house was silent when I walked in.  This is kind of weird.  It's never totally quiet like this.  There's usually at least some music playing in the background.

"Rae!  It's Luke!  We're going to get some ice cream!  Do you want to come?"

I waited for the familiar sound of footsteps.  But none came.  Nothing.  I started to get an eerie feeling.  It wasn't like Rae to not come see us when we come in.  So I checked all the rooms.  Maybe she was drawing somewhere and didn't hear me. 

She wasn't in anywhere that I checked.  I checked everywhere, even the attic and basement.  Rae was nowhere to be seen.  Her phone was in her room, so I couldn't text her or anything like that.  Worry soon overpowered my brain.  Where is Rae?

I noticed new writing on the whiteboard on the fridge.

Bridge, Autumn Boulevard

It seemed to be in Rae's handwriting.  Autumn Boulevard was only a few blocks from here.  But what could she be doing there?  We don't know anyone that lives in that area.  Oh my God.

Bridge.

She's going to jump from the bridge.

I grabbed the keys to my car, which was still parked in the garage.  I need to get there as fast as I can.  Before it's too late.  That note could've been written hours ago.  Her body could already be halfway down the river by now.

Thankfully, it only took a few minutes to get to the bridge.  As soon as I got there I could see a girl with bright red hair sitting on the bridge.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  It's Rae.  I'd recognize that hair anywhere.

"Rae!" I shouted and got out of the car, "What are you doing?"

She looked at me and stood up.  Her gaze went out to the rushing waters and then back to me again.

"Stay right there!" I started jogging over to her.

Rae turned around so she was facing the water.  My jog turned into a sprint.

"Don't you dare!" I was only about 15 feet away from her.  Just another few feet and I can grab her back.

Rae stepped off the bridge, her body disappearing over the concrete edge.  I dived in after her without a moment's hesitation.  She can't do this.  She can't kill herself like this.  I have to save her.

The cold water stung like a bitch.  But that didn't matter.  I braced myself against the current and swam for towards Rae.  As soon as I got close enough, I hoisted her over my shoulder so that her head was above the water.

When I got to the shore the first thing I did was check her pulse.  It was there.  She was breathing too, but not very strongly.  I carried her up the bank and set her in my car.

It's to the hospital we go.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

HEY HEY HEY I WROTE THIS ALL IN ONE DAY ARE YOU PROUD OF OR WHAT