3rd Person POV
The next morning, Bree woke up in the both of her brothers arms. She smiled. Then her mind flashed back to what had happened the day before and she felt tears fall down her face. She slipped out as quietly as she could without waking the boys. On they way out she grabbed her razor.
She went to the bathroom and closed the door. Still crying, she took out the razor and held it to her wrist and was about to cut when she heard the door open 'Shit', she thought. She chose to pretend that she didn't hear it and pressed down on her skin. "Bree, Stop.", Chase's voice filled her ears. She stood there, still as stone. She started to press down more, when she felt a hand on her wrist and an arm on her waist.
"No Bree. Not again", he whispered. She started crying inching to cut. 'Just one',she thought. 'I just need to do it one more time'. She began to cut her wrist when Chase very carefully took the blade from her. She screamed at started hitting his chest "NO! Give it back! You hate me! Just let me do it! Let me die!". She lost all control of words and started full out sobbing. Her knees gave out and she fell to the ground, bringing Chase with her.
Chase felt tears on his shirt and his face. He hated seeing his sister like this. To him and Adam, she was the most precious thing in the world. She was their sister. They would kill to protect her.
They just hated that they couldn't protect Bree from herself.