I blushed from how embarrassed I was from telling them. Now it would be awkward. Just thinking how they would probably ask me to never do it again and then shoo me away made me start to tear up and dug my face into Jaime's chest. I barely realized I was crying until I pulled away and his shirt was wet.
"Sometimes I wish I would stop. I can make it a day or two, but when I don't cut...things seem to get worse. And I don't have anyone to talk to," I sniffed as I explained.
"What about your mom? Where is she?" Tony asked.
"She's a good mom, we get along well. But it's hard for her, being a single mom. She works from home, but its not like she's with me, she's involved in her work too much. Every time I try to talk to her she gets a call and walks away," I replied.
"Oh," he said, looking down.
"What if you stayed with us for the rest of the tour? We could try to help you get better," Mike offered looking at the rest of the band who nodded in agreement.
"Sure...If I'm not too much trouble," I replied, trying to bite my lip to keep from smiling.
"Okay. I'll run you home so you can get your stuff and then we'll come back here," Jaime said.

~Brianna's house~
We slipped in through the back door, knowing my mom would be expecting me late. I wrote a note on the counter. I've been invited to go on tour. I'll be back when its over. Then we walked up to my room. It was covered in posters, pictures, paintings, drawings. The sheets were black and bright green on my bed. The carpet was black and the walls didn't really have a color anymore. There was a big window on one wall covered in curtains that were made of the shirts that were too small.
"This is awesome," Jaime said in awe of the artwork, posters, and decoration.
"Thanks," I laughed at how excited he seemed to be. I grabbed my old duffel bag with wheels that I got for the 7th grade camping trip. I filled all my clothes, but left the ones I hated, then walked into the bathroom. I took all my shampoo/conditioner and girl stuff. Then glanced at the bag with the spare razors, gauze, and bandaids. I wasn't ready to give it up just yet and shoved it in my bag too. I walked back to where Jaime was standing, grazing his hands over the pictures I kept of when I was younger and still talked to people.
"I would love to see some of your home videos," he joked, wondering what I was like.
I opened a draw full of the dvds that were converted from vcr tapes. "Take a bunch that sound interesting," I offered, laughing.
He found about 20 and shoved them into my bag and we started to walk down the stairs when I heard a clink, "shit," I mumbled.
"What?"
"Occasionally my mom drinks too much. Tonight might be one of those nights," I whispered, extremely worried.
We sneaked out as quiet as possible, but I heard the footsteps, "Brianna, what are you doing?" she slurred.
"Just getting water," Jaime had already slipped out of the house with my bag.
"Okay..." she said as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
I walked out of the back door and into the truck, "lets hurry," I urged.
He pulled out of the driveway, "what happened?"
"I told her I was just getting water and she walked away," I explained.
He nodded and continued the 20 minute drive to the venue.

~on the tour bus~
They gave me my own little bunk and a couple drawers for clothes and stuff underneath it that I shoved all my stuff into. I brought the bag full of razors into the bathroom along with my shower stuff and turned the shower on. When it warmed up, I stepped inside and wet my hair. I cleaned myself off then shaved and then stepped out. I wrapped my dark blue towel around myself then grabbed the bag and pulled out a razor. "It's my fault that she's drunk again. She hates me," I muttered as I sliced through my skin enough for it to be almost gushing.

~Mike's pov~
I walked past the bathroom to her a couple words that Brianna said, "my fault...she's drunk...hate me."
Dammit. It hit me that she might be cutting again. So I shoved open the door, which luckily couldn't lock. Vic gave me a weird look from a few feet away. I was right and saw her clenching the razor in her left hand and watching her right wrist bleed. I grabbed onto her from behind making her let out a short scream. I then tightened my grip on each wrist; her right to stop the bleeding and her left so she would drop the blade. She attempted an odd-angled kick, but it failed and as she started crying I brought her to the floor, holding her more gently and rocking back and forth. Vic, Tony, and Jaime looked through the door and paled at the sight as Jaime pushed forward and grabbed a bandage from the cabinet and wrapped it around her wrist tightly.
When he had it under control I let go and hurried to the kitchen sink to wash away her blood all over my hand that was making my stomach churn.

~Jaime's pov~
I was sitting in the back room of the bus with Tony when we heard a scream and looked at each other, confused until we realized that Brianna was here. I jumped up, him trailing me and went to where Vic was pale and saw Mike holding down a struggling, crying Brianna and her bloody wrist. I thought fast and found wrapping to stop the bleeding and then held her to me, letting Mike get up. She cried for what seemed like hours until she fell asleep in my arms. I carried her to my bunk and laid down next to her and we both fell asleep.