She lets tears flow freely down her face to mix with the crimson blood flowing from her arm. Everything was just too much. 'I'm bionic, I should be stronger than this', she thought. But she was week. At least in her eyes she was. To everyone else, Bree Davenport was this cool, spunky girl with no emotions whatsoever. The girl who acted like a boy. You could say anything to her and she brushed it off. They were beyond wrong.

The girl they saw was not who she really was. The girl her brothers knew wasn't the girl that she actually was. They would prank her and make her feel bad about herself. They didn't mean to of course, but that didn't make it any less painful. So every day she would hide behind a fake smile and witty comebacks, then at night she would take her anger and sorrow out on herself with neat, crimson lines.

One day, her routine changed. It started out as any other day, she got picked on. She told the bully off and went on with her day until she went to math class, which she had with her brothers.

Bree walked into 7th period and sat down in between her brothers as any other day. The teacher started talking and of course none of them were listening. Even chase lost interest in the subject. He was looking around the room until he glanced at Bree's arm. Her sleeve was partly pulled up from drawing on her paper. He saw a red line on her wrist. He blinked, hoping it was a trick of the light, but when he opened his eyes again, his worst fear was there. His sister was cutting herself.

Chase's POV

I was sitting in 7th period bored out of my mind. Adam was poking Bree and I could tell she was getting mad. I glanced down at her arm and say a red line. I blinked and blinked but it was still there. Why in hell would Bree cut herself? How come none of us noticed this before? Just then, I saw Adam look at me then at Bree. I guess he noticed something was off too. He looked at Bree's wrist and his eyes widened. He knew.

"Mr. Tate, I just got a message from our father telling us we need to go home", I called out.

He sighed, "Alright, be sure to sign out." he said. Bree looked at me weirdly, but Adam knew what I was doing by the look on his face. We all walked out of the room.

3rd Person POV

Bree knew something was off. "What's going on-"all of a sudden she felt to strong arms wrap around her, rendering her unable to move. Next thing she knew, she and Adam were sitting on the floor in the courtyard, her in his lap. Chase was sitting in front of her holding her hands. "Bree" he said, "Is there something you want to tell us?".

She knew what they were getting at, but she played dumb. "No..." Both Adam and Chase sighed. Adam took her arm and pulled up her sleeve, getting more of a look on how bad it was. "Then how do you explain this sweetie". He whispered, tears going down both his and Chases face. Bree looked at Adam, then Chase, and broke down. Adam wrapped her in a tight hug, but not too tight on account of her didn't want to hurt the fragile girl in his arms, and rocked her. Chase took her hands in his and kissed her head. 'This isn't right' He thought. 'We should've noticed sooner'. He hated himself for not noticing the long sleeves in the middle of summer or the time he saw blood on her sleeve. He was too wrapped in himself to notice.

Later that night, Adam, Bree, and Chase had a sleepover in Adam's room. Bree walked in with her pillow and teddy bear, with a sweater, with a tank top underneath.

"Bree", Adam said, "Take the sweater off, you have nothing to hide." She took it off and for the first time they saw the worst of it. The cuts went all the way from her shoulder to her wrist. As she was taking the sweater off, sher tank top rose and you could see more cuts. They gasped, sighed, and pulled her on the bed in between them and just cuddled her the entire night.

For the first time, Bree felt loved.