~Brianna's pov~
I woke up and looked down, seeing a tattoo covered arm around my waist. I looked behind me and saw Jaime, sleeping behind me. Knowing he was a deep-sleeper, I pulled his arm off and slipped out of the bottom bunk. I was walking towards the kitchen when I saw Mike sitting with his head in his hands. The memories from the night before came back and I shook my head, I probably changed everything. I walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry about last night."
He jerked his head up and looked at me, "don't be sorry. I just wish it never happened."
"I'll just go home," I muttered and walked away.
He grabbed my arm, making the cuts sting a little and I winced, "sorry...Don't go Brianna. We'll help you," he hugged me to him.
When I let go I walked over to the mini fridge and looked inside, I found eggs and in the freezer part, pancakes. I put the whole container in the microwave. Then cracked the eggs and scrambled them. I placed them in the pan and put the stove on.
When the pancakes were done and I placed them on the table, the smell must have gone through the whole bus because everyone else walked in and sat down at the tables. I noticed Jaime standing nearly on top of me while I cooked with a weary look.
"Jaime, cooking eggs isn't exactly a trigger. I'm sorry if I scared you last night," I tried to lighten the mood a tiny bit.
He hugged me, smiling. "I'm sorry for hovering, I'm just worried about you," he replied, helping me put the eggs on plates.
We all sat down and ate.

~later that night after their last performance~
They ran back to the tour bus and jumped in the shower, one by one. I was eating granola bars and watching The Breakfast Club when Jaime came in coming his wet hair back and sat next to me. He nearly shoved a whole granola bar in his face and I heard him say, "awesome movie."
When it was over, Jaime was asleep. I walked into the bathroom. I washed off my makeup and got changed into pajamas, grey cotton shorts and my blue SWS shirt that was three sizes too big. I glanced at the cuts and felt the urge grab my razor. Then I realized that my bag was no where to be seen. I searched through the cabinets rapidly, went back to my bunk, then came back to the bathroom still unable to find it. I sunk down to the floor, holding my hair tightly in my hands. The tears were coming down fast, I wasn't ready to stop. I knew it was wrong, but it was my escape.
I quickly had an idea and unwrapped the bandage on my still unhealed cuts. I was about to use my nail to split open the cut when Jaime walked in and sat down in front of me, in tears yet again.
"Why do you keep doing this?" he asked, almost sounding angry.
"I can't stop...I don't want to stop...I know how sick that is...but I'm not ready," I knew he wouldn't understand.
"Brianna, you have to stop. Even if it means one of us has to watch you all the time until you stop thinking like this. You can't stop on your own so you won't have to. We'll help," he replied.
"I'm just gonna go home. I'm causing too much trouble and you're all worrying about me," I shook my head, standing up and going to walk out, but he grabbed me again.
"Don't. I want to help you," he repeated.
"Okay..." I relented as he hugged me again. I looked up and he stared for a minute and then kissed me. I was surprised for a minute, then gently kissed back until he pulled away.