A/N Sorry it's been so long since I updated, the holidays have been hectic! Happy new year everyone! Hope you like this, I didn't really know where to go with it Umm, I know that in different chapters I have slipped up when writing 'mum' or 'mom' because I'm Australian I use the first one but when I read if it's American and written in the English version I hear a different accent, so I'm going to use the American version throughout this story. Thought I would just clear that up. End of my rambling now. Please R&R!

Silver

I hiss with pain as I reach to turn my alarm off, effectively reopening the cut on my palm. Blood starts to ooze all over my hand so I get out of bed, heading to the chest of drawers in the corner of my room, in search of clean bandages and disinfectant.

Apparently I wasn't as quiet as I thought; a hand on my shoulder startling me. It was Willow. I place my unscathed hand over my heart, exclaiming "You scared me half to death!"

"What are you looking for, do you need any- Oh my god, your hand!" She cut herself off.

"Yeah, if you could, can you grab some disinfectant and bandages out of that drawer?" I ask, pointing to the third drawer down.

"Of course Baby, anything to help you"

A few minutes later my hand has been disinfected and bandaged. Leaving us about half an hour to get ready and eat breakfast (if Kelly makes us) and head off to school. My hand is throbbing with pain so I grab a box of Advil from the drawer, dropping it in my bag as I pass it.

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We make plans with Remy for Willow, Alana and I to go over her place, after school is out, for a swim. She said her parents are cool and already know about her and Alana so they should be cool about Willow and I.

The only swim-wear I own is bikinis. Oh well, they already know that I used to cut myself. They'll just see the scars today. Doesn't matter.

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Willow and I run upstairs to grab our bikinis and towels before telling Kelly where we're going and what we're doing.

When we arrive at Remy's we ring the doorbell and her mother opens the door. She is a pretty woman, she's looks just like an older version of Remy. She smiles at us and introduces herself, "Hi, I'm Clary. You must be Silver and Willow, am I correct?"

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you Clary" Willow replies.

"You too girls" Clary seems like a nice woman, not like a parent that would call their child names and hit them if she found out they were gay. When I realise this I take Willow's hand and entwine our fingers. Clary just smiles and leads us out to the pool where Remy and Alana are.

Just as we walk outside I turn to Willow and kiss her, giving her a small smile. When I turn around again Clary is smiling at us and Alana and Remy are making fake gagging noises. Willow and I grin before poking our tongues out at them. Then we simultaneously burst into laughter when we realise we were in sync, making the others laugh at us because we are still doing the same things.

Once the laughter has subsided, I see Clary notice the bandage on my hand. She looks concerned, "What happened to your hand, Silver?"

Remy, Alana, Willow and I all glance at each other before I reply, "Um, I just accidentally grabbed a Swiss Army knife blade and it cut me" I finish, grinning sheepishly.

"Ouch, was it deep?"

"No-" I start before I'm cut off by Alana.

"Are you freaking kidding me? I told you that it needed stitches!" She says, looking at me before she turns to Clary and finishes "It goes down the length of her palm and it was about half a centimetre deep!"

"And I told you that it's fine! Remember? I've had worse anyway..." I ground out before finishing quietly, looking at the ground. I can see that Willow is looking panicked and then I remember that Clary is still there. I feel myself pale at the realisation.

I start to panic and look for the quickest way out, Willow notices and grabs my shoulders, making me face her, before she cups my face with her hands. "You are not going anywhere, okay? And you are most certainly not touching that knife again. Okay?" She says, looking directly in my eyes the whole time. I sigh and nod. "Good. I love you." She says, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me with all her might.

"I love you too" I reply as I wrap my arms around her waist. All thoughts of self harm vanishing from my mind.

I laugh and turn around, trying to lighten the mood a bit, before quickly slipping my shorts and singlet off and diving into the deep end of the pool. When I resurface Willow is taking her shorts and shirt off, leaving her in her bikini, I smile at the sight.

Clary is laying down on a pool chair looking concerned. Remy seems to be quietly scolding Alana for saying anything about my hand in front of her mom. I quickly jump out of the pool, walking over to Willow. I hear a gasp, most probably Clary as she sees the big, dark scar of the cut on my waist. I finally reach Willow and smile my most evil smile before dragging her to the deep end, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling us both in.

I quickly swim to the other end of the pool before Willow resurfaces and sit on the edge of the pool. Alana and Remy jump into the pool, effectively splashing Clary, Willow and I.

We spend a couple of hours playing around in the pool before we hop out and sunbake. I can feel Clary looking at the scars all over my body, though I don't think she's going to say anything about them. I think I should clear the water and confirm her suspicions.

I turn to face her and see her quickly look away from the scars on my thighs before I say, "Yeah, I used to cut myself. I attempted suicide, the only reason I didn't die is because Kelly made me tell her where I was. The ambulance got there just in time. I'm sorry if that disturbs you." I'm not being rude, just stating the facts and I can see that she didn't think I was being rude at all. Thank God.

"No, it doesn't disturb me at all. I'm sorry if I made you think that, I was just thinking that some of those look like they were really deep and it doesn't look like you had stitches...except on some of the ones on your wrists, that is."

I smile, thinking that we have the same straight-forward manner, before replying "You're really observant, my sister would like you. You two should meet sometime. No, I haven't had stitches for any of them except for some on my arms that were from 'The Incident'."

I notice that no-one has said anything about Willow's scars. I'm glad; I don't know if she can talk about it as freely as I feel that I can. Feeling protective of Willow, I place my left arm around her waist, making her turn to look at me. I look her straight in the eyes and silently tell her that I won't let them push her to tell them about her scars.

Just as we turn around I see Remy and Alana looking at her scars, I give a small shake of my head to them and they don't say anything. My hand starts to hurt so I look to see what's wrong with it. I can see blood through the bandage. It must have split open in the pool.

"Um, baby, my hand's bleeding again..." I say to Willow.

"Let me look at it," Willow says as she unwraps the bandage.

I hiss in pain when she accidentally touches the cut. Remy, Alana and Clary come over to look at it too.

"That's really deep," Clary exclaims.

"I know...I think I'm going to go to the hospital to see if it needs stitches..."

Alana shakes her head before saying, "I told you it needed to be checked, it wouldn't be as bad if you had had it checked when it first happened!"

I sigh before replying, "I know that but I thought it would be fine!" I see Remy and Alana out of the corner of my eye, rolling their eyes simultaneously. "Don't roll your eyes at me! You know that I've had worse and it's been fine, I thought it would be the same!"

"Well, you thought wrong. And I was right, so I think Willow should drive- What did you drive here with?"

"We rode my scooter; I drove," I state

"Okay, well, do you know how to ride it?" Alana asked Willow

"No, and even if I did, I'm pretty sure that would be illegal because I don't have a bike licence,"

"Well then, what if Remy drives you two to the hospital to get it checked out while I drive your scooter home?" Alana organises.

I look to Willow to see how she feels about this and she nods at me, "Sounds good"

"Hold on just a minute, Alana do you have a bike licence?" Clary interrupts.

"Yeah, that's why I said I'd drive it."

"Okay then, you should all get dressed and dried properly before you leave," She advises.

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As soon as we walk into the hospital I smell disinfectant and I immediately get creeped out. It reminds me of when I was here on suicide watch for three days. Alana is guiding us to the emergency room while I watch the blood oozing out of my hand. It hurts.

When we get to the counter Alana tells the nurse what happened and we are informed that we will have to wait about ten minutes for a nurse to be available to stitch it up.

Twenty minutes later Remy is driving us home. I had to get nine stitches in my hand but I'm not in any real pain from it now because they gave me a packet of pain-killers. Remy looked like she wanted to laugh at me if she didn't look as if she was on the verge of throwing up. As soon as we entered the car I laughed at her about it.

Remy

As soon as I got home from dropping Willow, Silver and Alana to their own homes I sat down to watch a bit of t.v. before dinner. After a few minutes my mom walks out of the kitchen and sits next to me. I smile at her before watching the t.v. again.

"Remy?"

"Yeah Mom?"

"Where does Willow live? Because I know you said that Silver only lives around the corner,"

"Willow lives with Silver and Silver's sister and nephew," I inform her.

She nods before saying, "Why does she live with them?"

"I don't know mom, I think her parents took it really badly when they found out she's a lesbian. I know that she used to cut and tried to kill herself though, so maybe they had something to do with that,"

"I noticed her scars this afternoon. The only reason I didn't ask is because Silver obviously tried to put the spotlight on herself so we wouldn't ask about hers. I like them, they are both good girls. I think they've both been through a lot though, so you need to make sure they know you're there for them," She paused a moment while she thought, "I want to meet her sister."

"Who's sister?" I ask, confused.

"Silver's sister; she said I would like her."

I think that would be a good and mom asks me to ask Silver for her sister's number so they can meet up for coffee or something. I've seen Ms Taylor at school before and she seems really nice, like someone my mom would get along with.

I hope they're not going to gang up on us to try and get us to do stuff...