A/N: Hey guys! After being on this site for years, I finally got around to writing my first ever fan fiction. I couldn't get this idea out of my head. This will probably be a two-shot, unless the writing fairies hit me with more inspiration. Hopefully, you guys like it!

Knock Knock Knock.

"Beca! It's Chloe! Open the door!" Beca sat cross-legged on her bed, contemplating her options. She could pretend that she wasn't home, but she considered the red head to be one of her closest friends and it felt wrong to ignore her.

The knocking became more frantic, and Chloe's voice rang out from the hallway once more, "Beca, please. No one's seen you in days. I know you're in there. Talk to me. Please." Beca winced at the worried tone. She could tell that her friend was near tears, and the mere thought of Chloe crying was enough to force her out of her bed. She crossed the room slowly and opened the door just as Chloe began to knock again.

"Beca, I - Oh!" Chloe couldn't help but gasp at the sight before her. Light from the hallway spilled into the pitch-black dorm room, illuminating Beca's small figure. She was pale, even more so than usual. Large, dark bags were present under her eyes, telling Chloe that she had had multiple sleepless nights. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a contrast from her usual intricate hairstyles, and she was wearing baggy sweats that Chloe didn't even know that she owned, making her seem much smaller and skinnier than usual.

Beca had an unreadable expression on her face as she wordlessly stepped aside, allowing Chloe to enter the room. Chloe immediately walked towards the windows, hoping to pull up the shades and let some sunlight in, but Beca stopped her. "Wait." Her voice sounded hoarse, as if she hadn't used it in days. She switched on a lamp sitting on her desk, filling the room with a light bright enough for them to see each other, but still keeping the room in moderate darkness. She then returned to her previous spot on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest.

Chloe gently sat on the bed, facing Beca. Knowing that Beca wasn't going to offer up an explanation without prompting, Chloe spoke first. "Everyone has been super worried about you. You skipped Bellas practice and you haven't been answering your phone since Friday. It's like you dropped off of the face of the Earth or something." Her voice was gentle, but prodding.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you guys worry." Beca mumbled, looking down at her hands.

"You don't need to apologize, Becs. Just tell me what's going on. I've never seen you like this before. It's scaring me." The sincerity in Chloe's voice surprised Beca, and she looked up, making eye contact for the first time.

"I… I don't know if I can, Chloe." Chloe felt her heart break at the fear and vulnerability in her friend's eyes.

"Try?" Chloe pleaded. "I promise you, no matter what you say, I'm here for you. I won't judge you or run or do anything like that, okay? You don't need to be afraid." She gently took Beca's hands in her own and squeezed them lightly, trying to give her some comfort.

Beca swallowed nervously and slowly retracted her hands from Chloe's. The red head's face fell. She's going to shut me out like she always does. Her expression turned to one of confusion, though, when she saw Beca push up the sleeves of her sweatshirt. Chloe's eyes fell to the young girl's arms and she gasped audibly.

"Beca, what happened to your arms?! Who did this?" Chloe asked urgently, gently running her fingers across the dark bruises on Beca's pale wrists. The bruises looked like they were almost certainly caused by someone else's hands, and the thought of someone hurting Beca made anger build up inside of Chloe. No one was allowed to hurt the people she loved. Ever.

Beca's eyes filled with tears as she uttered one word, a name, making Chloe gasp for the third time that night.

"Jesse."

A/N: Dramatic, right? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Be honest, I can take it, haha. But, for real, I want to know if this is something people think I should continue. Review, favorite, follow, send me a message, whatever your method, just let me know your thoughts. Okay, I'll stop nervously rambling now. Thanks for reading!