Bechloe Oneshots

A walk in the dark.

TW: Suicide! Please don't continue if you feel triggered reading about suicide. If you are suicidal, please contact your local crisis hotline!

No one would ever hurt or betray her again. No one. Chloe was leaning against the railing of the bridge in the dim glow of the streetlights and the moon. She stared into the darkness. In the distance, lights were glittering like a sea of stars. She heard the waves crashing at the shore, the air smelt salty. This would've been a night she enjoyed normally, but given the recent events, she was too busy contemplating on her life to notice any of the beauty of this night. She had been standing at this railing enjoying the view a million times. It was her safe place to come and think. There were rarely any people around, few knew this bridge even existed.

"Alright, guys. I'm going to head out." Beca screamed, trying to be louder than the pumping music of the club where she was spending the night with her friends.

"Already? Booo..." One of her friends nagged, but Beca didn't care. She just stuck out her tongue at her friends and made her way to the exit.

Initially, she wanted to call a taxi, however she decided to walk. She could use some fresh air. When she stepped outside, she closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Moments later she was walking home. She had downed a few drinks, but the prickling sensation of the alcohol had quickly worn off again. As she was walking through the dimly lit streets, her thoughts trailed off. The way home wasn't too long and soon she found herself near the little bridge she had to cross to get home. Only ten more minutes and she could finally enjoy the coziness of her own bed. Her pace quickened, only to slow down again when she saw a figure leaning against the railing on one side of the bridge. As she came closer, she could see it was a young woman. She was looking into the distance, seemingly in deep thought. Beca continued walking, keeping her eyes on the red-headed woman, noticing her ruffled hair and her ripped jeans that weren't meant to be ripped. She looked tired- worn almost.

Beca had passed the bridge and stopped a few feet away. She had a bad feeling somehow. When she turned around, the young woman was still standing near the railing- a gun to her head. Beca rushed over, stopping about 6 feet away.

"Hey, don't do this! Please!" Beca loudly stated, causing the redhead to turn in her direction. Her beautiful blue orbs were swimming in a pool of tears. She was glaring at Beca- still holding the gun to her head.

"I swear if you get any closer..." The ginger woman hissed and Beca put her hands up in front of her defensively.

"I won't. I promise. Just listen to me. You don't have to do this. No matter what you experienced, this can't be the solution! You will get through it! Just please, put down the gun." Beca looked at the gorgeous redhead in front of her with worried eyes.

"How do you know?! You don't even know me!" She still wasn't taking the gun down.

"You're right. We don't know each other. I'm Beca. What's your name?" Beca tried starting a conversation to distract the woman in front of her from pulling the trigger.

"Why do you care about me?! Just leave me alone!" The redhead yelled at Beca.

"I won't leave you. Tell me your name, please?" Beca's soft voice filled the night.

"I'm Chloe." Tears were now slowly running down her cheeks. Her voice was weak.

"Chloe, please put down the gun. Let's talk about this. I'm here to listen! Please tell me what happened."

Chloe adjusted her grip around the gun. "Nobody ever listens to me. Why would you?"

"I'm sorry that you didn't have anyone to talk to, but you can talk to me. I'll listen to you. Just tell me." Beca said while getting closer to Chloe.