Plot: "Please, Annie... please... don't go..." "Why... WHY! Why do I need to stay? I'm so sick and tired of this planet! You were my only up in this world of down! And then you had to go WITHOUT TELLING ME! I was alone for five months, five months! I can't be alone that long!" I wept, screaming at Rick with all I had. My brain was fuzzy, my cheeks felt itchy from all the tears, my lungs sore from sobbing. Rick didn't deserve this. I deserve this. He needs someone better than me. "Please, Annie, listen for a second!" Rick put his hands on my shoulders. "NO! DONT TOUCH ME! PLEASE! D-don't touch me..." My yelling reduced to pitiful whimpers and strangled breaths. "Annie bear... please... please stay with me..." Rick dropped down to me. I didn't realize I sunk into the corner of my room. His hand slowly gripped mine, trying not to startle me as if I was a small child who just lost their mom. His arms slowly, gently wrapped around my torso, making me stifle a yelp... he heard anyways. He lifted the hem of my shirt, taking a look at my lower stomach and hips. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god. No no no no no. "Annie bear..." Rick whispered. He hasn't called me that nickname since we were ten. "Annie... how long ago did you start this..." I wiped at a few tears on my jaw. I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want to look at his dirty blonde hair. I didn't want to look I didn't want to look into his big, soft, brown eyes. I didn't want to look at his calloused from guitar hands resting on the scars on my hip. "Annie bear... when did you do this..." I shuddered. "W-when you left..." Rick looked up at me, his coffee eyes tearing up. "W-when you left..." I whispered. Rick grabbed me tight, pulling me in as if afraid that I would go if he let go. "I don't want to lose my best friend..."