You were sleeping in Tony's arms, like always, but on this particular night you couldn't sleep. All you could think about was the horrible, disgusting things your Mother had done to you. You tried to push the thoughts to the back into your head, the more prominent they became. You felt a hot tear run down your face. All the memories rushed back into your brain. You hadn't thought about any of this since you'd been with Tony, but you had to escape. You carefully crept out of Tony's grip, and tip-toed your way to the bathroom. By now, there was no point in trying to stop the tears. You could help yourself, you shut the bathroom door. You opened up one of drawers, and grabbed a disposable razor. You carefully took it apart until three little pieces of fresh metal fell onto the counter beside the sink. You were doing everything in your power to stay quiet, and hide your excessive weeps. You lifted up your shirt and searched for a starting point. There wasn't any skin that wasn't already scarred. You needed fresh skin, clean flesh. You yanked up your sleeve, and carved your fragile, pale skin. You silently whispered all the things your mother had said to you. You made your way up to the top of your wrist, and pressed a little harder. In that quick second, you realized you went to far. Blood gushed out of the wound, and ran down your arm. It began to make a puddle on the floor. You gasped, and then there was a knock on the door. "Molly, are you okay?" You heard Jaime's soft tired voice. Your head shot over and the door wasn't locked. You let out another gasp, and Jaime opened the door. He looked in with astonishment. "Guys!" He yelled "Get up!" You felt light-headed, you lifted your wrist, and tried to focus, you vision began to blur. Your knees became weak, and hit the hard floor. You felt Jaime's arms around you. You saw faint outlines of the boys, crowded around the door. Your eyesight cut back in, and saw Tony yelling something at you with tears flowing down. Then, everything was black. Your blood that once flowed through your veins was now all over the floor, and all over Jaime.

-Jaime's POV-
You were awoken to the sound of a faint gasp. You tried to fall back asleep, but something told you to get up. You waddled to the bathroom, but you could see the line of light at the bottom of the door. Everyone was in there bunks, but then you realized that Molly was absent from Tony's bunk. You knocked gently on the door, no answer. You heard another small inhale, and jiggled the door handle to find that it was unlocked. You opened it to find her with a gash on her left wrist. Her frail arm was stained red, and so was the side of her shirt, and the floor beneath her. She looked up at you with a blank stare, you yelled for the guys to get up. But then you saw sweet, little Molly's knees slam against the floor. You ran over to her right before she fell any further. The boys all crowded around the door, covering their faces. Tony was the worst. "No, No, NO!" You'd never seen him like this. You looked back down at Molly to see her eyes roll back right before her bloodshot eyes closed. Mike yelled at the driver to get to the hospital right now. You felt the drastic change in speed. There were so many questions that were running through your head. Vic was the only one other than you that could keep calm. She'd already bled through three hand towels until Vic tightened a belt right before her elbow to stop the circulation. You got to the hospital, and the paramedics were waiting with the stretcher. After they'd wheeled Molly through the depths of the hallways, you weren't aloud in the room you'd arrived out. You peaked in the small, square window to see doctors standing all around her with a bright light over top of her slightly bluish body. You backed away and slid down the wall to the floor. "Tony's not going to live if she dies.." you thought. A nurse came out of the room, and asked what happened. You told, her and her face dropped to the floor. "well?" You were almost shouting at her "Is she going to be okay? She's going to be back to normal. She's going to get right back up. She's fine, right?" The nurse patted your shoulder, and walked away. You stood there, alone, in the dimly lit corridor.

"She's gone?"