I was so scared by his tone, that I sat down and began to sob. Austin came over and hugged me whispering "Shh, shhh it's okay."
Eventually, I stopped crying.

"Marie, will you please stop? Stop hurting yourself?" he whispered quietly to me.

"Austin, I want to! Gosh, I truly do. But it's a freaking addiction. A stupid, freaking addiction!" I screamed.

"Gosh, I know, I did it myself." he said, barely audible.

"WHAT? When, Aus?"

"When my mom died. I cut until it landed me in the hospital. Then I realized I needed help. I want to help you now. Because no one helped me. I want you to know that I know how freaking hard it is. That's why I threw away your blade. If it's harder to reach something you could use, it might be easier to stop."

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Later that night, Austin and I went out with the band. The guys had apparently heard Aus and I arguing and they all told me that they were there for me and that I was loved. I broke down sobbing in the middle of dinner.

"I've never had anyone to trust. Ever. Now I have all of you guys. Thank you so much... so so much."

And then I tried my best to stop. They helped me through this. Relapse, clean, relapse, clean.

They helped me through it all.

The End!

Notes

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