"What's happening to mom?"

I was dreading this day. Logan was starting to ask questions about Remy's disease, and how do you tell a 9 year old one of this parents is dying?

"She's sick, Logster. You know that."

"But, why is she always hurt?"

"Listen..." I vaguely remember how painfully this conversation was. It was always one of those moments I tried to block from my memory, but it was too hard to forget. "Your mom's brain is... well let's just say it's slowly shutting down and that's making her do stupid stupid things."

"Like hurting herself?"

"Exactly! Sometimes it makes her want to do that..."

"But- If her brain is shutting off, does that mean she'll die soon?"

I nodded. That's all I could do, was nod. I couldn't say the words; I couldn't tell Logan his mom was dying.

I made sure Remy didn't know that Logan was fully aware of her illness, although it wasn't something that was easy to hide any more.

I knew Remy was hurting. I knew what she was going through but she wouldn't talk to me. I couldn't help her when she needed me the most. I would constantly notice fresh injuries to her body. She kept them well hidden though, well except when she was at home, and in some way I was glad of that. She trusted me. But at the same time; I hate that she let me know, it was her cry for help and I never helped her. I wish I had the excuse that she kept this from me but she never... I never saved her when I had the chance.

It all started so fast. Around the time she started to show signs of her disease taking over her body. She would twitch, or one of her muscles would go stiff and I could see in her eyes how much it was killing her. Not just physically or mentally, but emotionally too.

I only ever saw her harm herself once, and that was when she stopped hiding it from me. It was a late summer day, I'd just picked Logan up from soccer practice and she didn't know I was home. Logan crashed in front of the TV, as most 9 year old's do when they arrive home. I didn't call out for her, because I didn't think she was home and I made my way into our bed room. She was there, in the en suite. I saw her in the mirror, slowly slicing through the pale flesh of her stomach. She was crying and I almost sobbed on the spot myself, but I held it in and walked out before she noticed me.

It took me a while to completely realise what was going on. I couldn't comprehend the reason why someone would feel the need to do that... but that's just it, she couldn't feel... she wanted to feel.

I waited for Logan to fall asleep that night-

"Why, Remy?" I was already in bed. Sat up against the back, with my knees pulled up to my chest.

Rem had just entered the room as I spoke. "What's wrong?" She sounded genuinely worried, as she slipped onto the bed in front of me.

I didn't know how to say it, or even what to say, so I was just silent for a moment. Remy moved in closer, probably as close as she could get, and pulled me into a hug. I dropped my knees as she put her arms around me, and I went to kneel up so I could just hold her tight in my arms; but as I shifted, one of my knees caught Remy in the stomach and felt her grip tighten for a moment, a small gasp passed her lips as she did.

"I'm sorry." I pulled back and looked her in eyes, I could see the pain.

"It's okay, I just have cramp-"

"Rem... I know, you don't have to lie to me."

Her eyes filled regret and she just gave me a strong apologetic look.

"Baby, you know you can talk to me about anything- so talk to me. Please." I could feel the tears building up in my eyes, and I had to look down. As I did, Remy stood up and started to walk toward the bathroom.

"I can't... I can't talk about it. I'm sorry." She disappeared into the bathroom, and after a moment I heard the shower come on.

I noticed right away that she didn't lock, or even close the door behind her- that was something she'd been doing a lot lately, locking the bathroom door. I was never really suspicious though, things had been really weird since she started showing signs of her huntingtons, and I was scared to ask questions. That's why I blame myself for everything.

After a moment, I followed Remy into the bathroom. She was already in the shower, and she was crying. I just looked at her. The amount of cuts on her body- how did it take me so long to notice... how?

I stripped off, before stepping into the shower with her, and I just hugged her from behind. I couldn't help but cry. That's all we did for a moment, cry. Until she turned around in my arms, and looked me in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Allison."

My hands came up to cup her face, and I just kissed her. "You don't need to be sorry, not to me."

"I love you-"

"I love you, too. I just wish you would talk to me."

"It hurts."

"I know..."

She pulled me into her arms and I melted into her touch. It had been so long since we'd been that close.

A/N: This one is shorter, sorry. I have so much going on right now, I haven't been in the mood for writing fics but I'm trying to get all the ones I've started posted now. Anyway, this didn't really go anywhere near the way I wanted it too but still... Thoughts? (: