DISCLAIMER: *sigh* Do we really need to go through this…? FINE! I own nothing, only the plotline. Everything else belongs to their rightful owners…

A/N: New Story, tell me what chu think and if I should continue it? I'm not sure…? With that said…

ONTO THE STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was lying on the floor in a small pool of my own blood. I looked around, horrified, barely able to move my own head, much less sit up. He, the monster I call my boyfriend was gone for now. Probably out drinking. Once again, I wondered why I was still with him. I was torn from my thoughts when I realized my whole entire body was sore. It never got this bad. Never. I wondered why he even abused me in the first place. I managed to get the phone, but it terribly exhausted me. It was gonna be hell to dial a number, much less hold it to my ear. I groaned, imagining the task ahead.

Some 5 minutes later, I was holding my phone against my ear. I couldn't dial, so I just pressed the call button twice, calling the person I last talked to. Desperately, I wished it wasn't Trent.

"Hello," I heard the voice faintly on the other line, I groaned internally. Really? I asked myself…Duncan? I didn't want to hear me like this, definitely not see. But he was my only chance from this hell-hole I managed to get myself into.

"Hello?" His voice asked again.

"Help," I managed to get out. I know it sounds cheesy and stupid, but I could barely speak.

"Gwen? Gwen, are you okay?" Duncan asked, obviously concerned.

"It…hurts…" My voice was raspy and sore, I'm guessing he strangled me last night. I could barely talk. It took so much out of me.

"Gwen? What hurts? C'mon, Sweetheart, tell me!" He said frantically.

"Everything…hurts," I whispered, trying not to put too much strain on my voice. Tears were running down my face from the emotional distress and physical effort.

"Where are you, babe?" He asked, concerned.

"Home," I muttered, wishing he would stop asking me questions that made me talk.

"What happened, sweetie?" Duncan asked. I heard a car door slam. I thought nothing of the unusual sound.

"Can't…" I whispered through tears.

"Can't or won't babe?" He asked me softly. I ran the words through my head…can't or won't. A mix between the two, I was sure.

"Both," I whispered. "Get…here…" Those words were the last two words I managed before I passed out.

***Duncan's POV***

"Can't…" Her fragile, quiet voice whispered over the line. I heard a sigh, then silence.

"Gwen? Gwen? Gwen! Gwen, what's wrong?!" I said frantically over the phone, knowing there was something wrong.

I was still 5 minutes from her place. No, I'm not a stalker. She's invited me over a couple of times. We were quite good friends. She didn't like me to see her weak, though.

I was wild with concern. She didn't deserve whatever happened to her. I sped faster, just praying for her to be alive when I got there. Just hoping she would hold on until I got there. She was my best friend, I needed her. Why her? I asked myself all the rest of the drive.

I kept on calling her name on the phone, until, through those seemingly endless minutes that I managed to get to her place. Picking the lock, I let myself in. Hey, I have some decency, so I shut the door.

Going into the house, I searched for her, knowing she said she was home.

She was lying on the bathroom floor. In a pool of her own blood. Blinking rapidly, to stop the tears from running, I ran to her. I grabbed her wrist, she had a pulse, but it was very weak.

I should've been her when it happened, I blamed myself angrily. I could've stopped this, I told myself.

The biggest wound that had the most blood caught my attention. It was on her stomach, she looked like she had been stabbed or hit with a really pointy object there. Remembering what I learned in school (shock I know, I actually learned something) I put pressure to it with a cloth, making sure there were no pointy thingies (I need to get a bigger vocabulary) in there.

As soon as the blood flow lessoned, I felt her move slightly. I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Duncan?" She asked gently, flinching while using her voice. I noticed bruise marks around her neck. A surge of hate welled up inside me for whoever did that to her.

"Always here," I whispered.

"Thanks," she whispered. I could tell she was trying to avoid using her voice too much. Gwen shifted, obviously uncomfortable.

"Hey, don't try to move too much," I said.

She gave me a questioning look.

"You're bleeding pretty badly," I whispered.

She gave me a look that said tell me something I don't know.

"I'm putting pressure to the worst wound," I said, making it clearer.

"Oh," she muttered.

"Don't try to use that voice too much," I said. "You're gonna need it to heal faster, so you can yell at me," I clarified, trying to get her beautiful smile that always brightened my days.

She smiled and I gave myself a mental high five.

My hands brushed against her ribs, and she winced in pain. That was when I realized it was gonna take a lot more than my crappy medical skills to fix this.

Remind me to kill the person that did this to her.

A/N: This is the thing that has been tearing me away from Breathe. That, and the crappy shit i call my internet. Oh, it just disconnected again. Mtay, back to the main subject...touch the button...

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