"Lets go" Reba told Brock as she got up from the table and started walking to the living room.

"What, where you going, aren't we going to talk about this?" Brock asked confused as he got up and followed after her.

"Of course, and we are going to talk about it with Kyra" she told him as she walked into the living room where Kyra, Cheyenne and van had stayed.

"Come on, Kyra, let's go upstairs and talk about this" Reba told Kyra.

"Okay" she said as she covered her wrists and walked up the stairs with her parents.

"This is good for her right Cheyenne?" van turned to ask his wife

"Yeah, this is a good thing. Mom and dad might be able to do something for her, she needs help van. It could have been worse than it was, I mean it couldn't been worse if I never said anything about it..." Cheyenne rambled on to van

"Cheyenne, hey it's okay" van said pulling her into a hug, "you did the right thing. You know that right? She's going to be okay." he told her giving her a passionate kiss on the lips and offering a gentle smile to ease her over.

"I hope your right" she said kissing him back.

-Meanwhile upstairs-

"Com'on sit down" Reba told her daughter who walked over to her mother's bed and sat down.

Her mom and dad sat down facing her. They both took a deep breath and thought about what they could do next.

"Kyra, it's time to explain to us why you are doing this to yourself"

"Mom, I know I have to explain myself but it's so hard" she said trying to hold back the tears.

"Honey, stop running away from things, this is really important. You have to tell us, and you have to tell us now!" Brock said putting his foot down. He knew Reba usually did that but in this case, there had to be something done, and he was tired of having the run around he wanted to get to the end of this and get it over with. He knew the faster he could get this out of her the faster they can get her help.

"Brock!" Reba said in a stern tone giving him her "angry" look. Turning back to Kyra she took her hand. "Please, tell us. We need to know so we can get you the help you need."

"I realized you know when dad moved out everyone was so" Kyra started to say

"So. What?" Reba asked waiting for the answer.

"everyone was so upset because dad moved out, and we were all dealing with it in our own ways, no one bothered to sit down and talk about it, it was like just hearing it was just too painful" she told as she tried to hold back the tears.

"I didn't know, Kyra that it hurt you this much" Reba said trying not to cry herself. Reba suddenly felt guilty for not helping the kids get through this, she was too busy herself trying to deal with it then think about how Kyra felt or the others.

"Yeah, honey, I'm sorry" Brock tried to apologize he knew he wasn't much help either.

"You know what, it's to late for apologise now" Kyra said shaking her mothers hand away

"What?" Brock and Reba chimed confused

"I didn't do this" she said as she pulled her sleeves up "for attention"

Brock took a short glance and it made him cringe at the sight, Reba felt like she would cry.

"I did this because of me, because this is how I feel, I hate it how, I have to be the one who has to take all this crap, and I don't get to do anything about how I feel"

Brock and Reba just looked at each other concerned but didn't speak.

"So I did, I finally did something about HOW I feel, and that's what I did"

"Why?" Reba whispered choking back her tears

"Because I was numb, I didn't know if I could still feel, so I did this" she caressed her hand over her cut arms, she continued "to see if I could"

"Why did you keep doing it" Brock asked. Not looking at Kyra's arms but straight at her face

"Because, the first time I did it, I felt better, then I had to keep doing it, I couldn't stop"

"Come on, Kyra" Brock got up and Kyra got up too not knowing what was going to happen

"Let's go for a drive" Brock and Reba followed Kyra out of their room

"Where are we going?" she asked when she got in the car

"We are...going for ice cream" Brock lied as he started up the car and drove out

They approached the hospital and drove in.

"Oh my god!" Kyra said freaking out realizing her parents had lied to her

"Please mom, please not here anything but here" she screamed to her mother trying to get the door open

"It's for your own good honey" Brock told as they parked and came to a stop.

When they got out two men in white suits approached them

Brock pulled Kyra out of the car; the three of them including the two men followed them inside. Kyra looked up and the sign read "bell south mental institution for women'

Fade to black.