I opened my eyes to see Billy staring down at me.

�Why did you do it?� He asked. He didn�t seem angry, just puzzled and a bit disappointed.

�Do what?� I replied, genuinely confused.

Billy shook his head. �The pills.�

I paused and diverted my eyes from his as the memory slowly came back to me. Throwing the phone across the room, falling back onto the bed crying, turning my head and noticing the prescription pill bottle on the nightstand, swallowing the entire contents of the bottle three at a time, slowly becoming numb until everything went black.

�Anna?� Billy said, concerned.

I slowly came back to the present. �I don�t know.� I answered. I was lying though. I knew. I knew why I�d done it.

�You don�t know why you did it?� Billy asked.

�No.� I replied. �I don�t.�

Billy hugged me tight. �You�re going to be okay now.� He whispered. �Everything�s okay now.�

I put my arms around him, but I didn�t return the hug. All I could do was wonder why I wasn�t dead.

�So how are you doing, Anna?� My psychologist, Miss Lana, asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. After they�d released me from the hospital my doctor had suggested that I get �help�. So I agreed to see a psychologist. This was my first visit.

�Fine, I guess.� I looked up from my chipped nail polish and eyed her suspiciously. �You�re not going to be one of those fake psychologists, are you? The ones that pretend to care when really they hate going to work everyday and having to listen to your problems?�

Lana smiled. �I won�t be like that. I promise.� She paused. �Why do you ask? Did you have a bad experience with a psychologist before?�

�No.� I said, shaking my head. �You�re the first one I�ve ever been to. I never had any problems before.�

�Well the first thing I want to let you know is that everything you say here will be confidential. The only exception is if you tell me that you plan to hurt yourself or someone else. Is that clear?�

I nodded.

�The second, and last thing, is that in this room you�re free. You can talk, or you can choose not to if you don�t feel up to it. You can sit where you want, you can touch what you want, you can do whatever you want. All I ask is that you show up every week. Think you can handle that?�

�Sure.� I shrugged. �No problem.�

�So is there anything on your mind that you�d like to bring up?�

I folded my legs up under me in the armchair I was sitting in and thought for a few minutes. �Yes.� I said finally. Lana looked at me expectantly. �Ever since...well...you know... I feel like a little kid again. Like I need someone to tell me what to do, like I don�t want to have responsibility, like I just want to play around and have fun. I don�t think Billy likes it, but he�s dealing with it because of what I went through.�

Lana sat back in her chair. �Well it�s good that he�s dealing with it. It shows that he cares enough to stick with you through the hard times.�

�But what if he doesn�t stick around? What then?�

�What makes you think he won�t stick around?�

I closed my eyes and recounted the phone conversation we�d had that night. �He�d called to say he was going to be late. He�d had a hard day filming and he wanted to go out with Dom for the evening. I had planned some special things for us for when he returned that night and it was the fifth time in two weeks that he�d blown me off to go hang with Dom. So we got into a screaming argument, then I hung up on him and threw the phone across the room...then...�

�Then what?�

�Then I took the pills.�

�So you took the pills because Billy had made you mad?�

�Not really. I took the pills because Billy doesn�t want me anymore. And if Billy doesn�t want me, then I don�t want to live.� I started crying just a bit.

�What makes you think that Billy doesn�t want you?� Lana asked sympathetically.

�He�s in love with someone else. It�s so obvious. Dom always comes before me. I�m quite sure that it�s more than just a friendship they have also.�

�So you think that Billy is cheating on you with Dom?�

�I don�t think. I know.� I looked up at the clock. �Session is over.� I announced, getting up to leave.

�I�ll see you next week, Anna.� Lana said. �I look forward to finishing our conversation.

I gave her a half smile and left the room.

Later that afternoon I sat cross legged in my chair at the kitchen table, a new bottle of pills in my hand. I didn�t know what they were for, all I knew was that Billy took them daily. I also knew that if I took them I�d pass out again, and I�d get even more attention from Billy. I dangled it in front of my face, my thumb and forefinger holding the cap. �Should I?� I asked out loud.

�You shouldn�t.�

I startled at the voice and dropped the bottle of pills quickly. Dom was standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

�How�d you get in here?� I asked angrily.

�Billy gave me a key a year ago. Don�t you remember?�

�Oh.� I looked down at the floor, avoiding Dom�s gaze.

�He wanted me to come by and see how you were doing. He feels bad that he couldn�t take anymore time off of work to stay with you during the day.�

�I guess it�s good that he sent you...right?�

�I guess.� Dom sat down in the chair across from me.

�Why do you want to die, Anna?�

�I can�t tell you.�

�Ok.� Dom smiled. �Do you want to go out to lunch?�

I thought it over. �Sure, I guess.�

�Come on then. Get your coat.�

I headed to the hallway to get my coat and then I followed Dom out of the apartment. He locked the door behind me and we headed to his car.

"So how was your week?" Lana asked, as I stormed into her office the next Monday. I dropped into the armchair in the corner and stared off into space.

"Do you want to talk about whatever happened to make you mad?"

"I hate him." I muttered, still staring off at some random point behind Miss Lana's head.

"Who do you hate? Billy?"

"No. I love Billy. I hate Dom." I paused and waited to see if Lana was going to say something. When she didn't, I continued. "He treats me all nice. Like he doesn't know what he's doing to me."

"Did you ever think that there is a possibility that Billy's not cheating on you?" Lana asked softly.

"No." I said, not even thinking about it. I knew what Billy was doing, I just knew.

"Well have you ever actually caught him cheating?"

"Well..." I paused, realizing that I hadn't.

Lana nodded. "So you haven't."

"No. I haven't."

"Well maybe you should confront Billy with your concerns."

"What good would that do? It'd just bring our breakup sooner!"

"So you do think a breakup will com?"

"Of course it will. He'll leave me, to be with Dom."

"But how do you know that? You admitted that you have no proof that he's cheating."

"I just know. I know Billy well enough to be able to tell when something's happening, and what's happening is he's falling out of love with me and wanting to be with Dom all the time."

"So how's Anna doing?" Jake, the guy in charge of wardrobe, asked.

"Rather good." I replied. "She still won't go out often though. I wanter her to come and stay with me on set so I can be with her as much as possible, but she refuses."

"Sorry about that." Jake said. "I'm sure she'll be back to normal soon though."

"I sure hope so."

"Billy! They need you on set!" Dom yelled from across the soundstage.

"Be right there!" I yelled back. I put back on the coat I was wearing for the scene (which I'd taken off during the break because it was too hot), and headed towards the set we were filming on.

Dom sat smugly in my chair, acting quite the movie star, as I worked on the scene. From the corner of my eye I would see him pretending to make demands and making faces at everyone behind their backs. I messed up a few takes because he was making me laugh too much.

"Dom, you're not going to be allowed on set anymore if you don't learn to behave yourself." I laughed after we finally finished shooting the scene.

"I have no worries," Dom said in a dignified tone. "They love me too much to get rid of me."

We both laughed and then headed towards my trailer.

"Do you think Anna's okay?" I asked Dom as we walked. "Maybe you should go check on her?"

"Billy, I'm sure she's fine. I've gone to check on her every day this week, and she's been absolutely fine!"

"But... What if she's having an off day or something?"

"I'm sure she's fine." Dom repeated as we reached the trailer. He opened the door for me and we both went inside. I started rummaging through the cupboards to find something to snack on. "Also," Dom continued, "You've sent me off to check on Anna over your lunch break so often, that I haven't been able to spend any time with you lately."

I turned around and looked at Dom, who was still standing in the doorway. There was definitely a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dom." I said, crossing the room and giving him a hug. "I don't mean to forget about you."

"I know you don't." Dom whispered.

"It's just that Anna needs me the most right now."

"I know. I understand."

"I'm going to call Anna, and then I'll spend the rest of my lunch break with you."

"Sounds good." Dom said.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me today?" Billy asked, grabbing his coat from the hall closet.

I looked up at Billy to see him gazing at me with a slightly worried look on his face.

"Are you sure you really want me there? Are you sure I won't be in the way at all?"

"Is that what you're worried about?" Billy walked over and sat next to me on the couch. He put his arm around me and hugged me tight. "You don't need to worry. Everyone would love to have you there."

I looked up into his eyes. He still looked worried. I smiled slightly. "Okay then. I'll come."

"Thank you so much, Anna." He kissed me softly and then led me towards the closet so I could get my coat.

"I'm quite sure you'll enjoy it on set." Billy said, as we drove towards the center of London. "You can spend time with Dom while I'm working and all three of us can go out for lunch during my break. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good." I whispered, getting a bit uncomfortable. I wasn't sure whether I'd be up to spending the entire day with Dom.

We arrived on set shortly and I was greeted with a very warm welcome. Everyone was gushing on about how it was so nice to meet me and how they'd heard so many good things about me. I had a feeling Billy had put them up to it, it just seemed like a bit too much. Most likely behind the smiles they were all feeling bad for the 'poor suicidal girl'.

"Hey Anna! I see you finall decided to come and join the party!" I looked across the lot and saw Dom coming towards me. I forced a smile.

"Billy really wanted me to come."

"Yes, he did. He doesn't like the thought of you home alone everyday without anyone to keep you company."

"I suppose he's worried I'll try to kill myself again."

"Well..." Dom hesitated.

"I know how it is. I'm not stupid."

"He's worried about you Anna."

"Yeah, I know." I turned away from Dom and headed to Billy's trailer. I sat on the steps and took a deep breath. I was really regretting my decision to come along with Billy.

"What's wrong?" I looked up to see Billy standing in front of me.

"Too many people." I said, shaking my head.

"Oh, Anna." Billy sighed. "I'm sorry for pushing you to come along with me."

"It's okay." I siad, my voice breaking. "You didn't mean anything bad by it. You just wanted to take care of me.

"Come on." Billy said, taking my hand and pulling me up. "I'll let you in and you can stay here where it's more peaceful."

He unlocked and opened the door and held it open for me. Then he gave me a quick tour. "I have to go work now." He said, after showing me around. "Are you still up for lunch with Dom and I?"

"I'll let you know." I said.

"Okay. I'll see you in awhile." He kissed me and then headed off to the set.

"Where'd Anna go?" Dom asked, handing me a bottle of water after I'd finished a scene.

"She didn't like having all the people around her, I guess, she wanted to stay in my trailer."

"But she's okay?"

"Yeah, I think so." I paused, taking a sip of water. "I'm really worried about her. I don't know what I can do to help her."

"I don't think you can do anything for her that you aren't already doing." Dom said. "Just stay by her side when she needs you."

"It's just so frustrating, and kind of sad. She's not the girl who I love anymore."

Dom looked at me, surprised. "You aren't thinking of breaking up with her, are you?"

I shook my head. "No, I mean... Well, maybe."

"You can't do that to her. Not now."

"I know, but I can't help but think about it."

"She needs you. You're the only one who can help her be the same person she used to be."

"But I told you, I don't know how to help her."

"Just knowing that you care helps her."

I sighed. "You're right, Dom. I just don't know how much more of this I can take."

"You'll manage. I know you will."

"I guess." I screwed the cap back onto the bottle of water and tossed it into my chair. "Let's go see if Anna wants to come to lunch with us."

I sat on the couch in Billy's trailer, lost in memories. The time Billy and I met, the first date, the first kiss we'd shared, the first time we'd slept together. Edging their way into the stream of happy memories, though, was the first time we fought, and the first time he blew me off to go hang with Dom, and the moment when I realized that there must be something more than just friendship between him and Dom.

Eventually all the memories were bad memories. Fuming with anger, I picked up a glass of water that was on the table in front of me and threw it hard at the wall opposite whree I was sitting. It hit and shattered, the pieces of glass falling to the carpet.

I walked over ot the mess and touched the wet spot on the wall. I bent over, meaning to pick up the glass pieces, when an idea came to mind. I sat down in front of the glass shards and slowly picked up one of the larger ones.

"I hope that this works, since the pills obviously didn't." I muttered, before bringing the glass to my wrists. It hurt like hell, but I just bit my lip and continued on. When I had finally cut both wrists badly, I dropped the glass and just stared at my wrists, waiting. The blood poured out of them in a steady stream and eventually I started to feel a bit numb and disoriented. I smiled as consciousness finally gave way and I blacked out, falling back onto the carpet.

I unlocked the door to my trailer and walked inside, Dom close behind me. "Anna?" I called. No answer. I turned to look at Dom, and he shrugged.

"Maybe she's asleep?" He suggested. He walked past me and headed through the doorway into the living room area. I put my keys on the counter and opened the fridge to grab a bottle of soda.

"Um, Billy?" Dom called to me from the living room.

"Yeah?" I called back.

"Come here now." I could tell something was VERY wrong from the tone of his voice.

I walked into the next room and nearly fainted from the sight. Anna was lying sprawled out on the floor, the white carpet underneath her a deep red from what was obviously her own blood.

"Oh my god." I breathed, my voice hardly making a sound. I stood there in total shock, unable to move, unable to think correctly.

Both Dom and I just stood there, incapable of doing anything but stare at Anna's unconscious form. It was nearly five minutes before Dom finally came to his senses. He pulled his cell out of his back pocket and dialed 911.

I sank to my knees and put my face in my hands. I couldn't even cry. I was numb with fear. What if she was dead? I vaguely noticed Dom springing into action nearby. Apparently the 911 operator was giving him instructions. He went over to Anna and checked her. Then he came over to me. "Billy, are you okay?" He asked, kneeling down in front of me.

I moved my hands and looked at Dom. "No." I said simply.

"I think he's in shock or something." I heard him tell the operator.

"Come on, Billy. Come sit over here." Dom helped me up and I sank down onto the couch.

"The ambulance is on it's way." Dom said, sitting next to me. He kissed my cheek softly. "Everything's going to be okay." He said.

I just looked over at him, shook my head, and broke down, finally releasing the tears.