I grabbed her hand. "I've done things in life, things that I'm not proud of. I - I used to cut myself, and I still do. I don't like doing it, but I just can't help it. It's the only way that I feel better, and it's the only way I deal with things. I don't know how to deal with anything a better way. I want to get help and find a better way to deal with things in life. I really want to stop. Please, do this for me?" I said, I felt my heart drop. I saw the dissapointment in her eyes, but I also saw concern. She took my sleeves and rolled them up slowly, revealing the scars that were hidden on my wrists. "Honey, why? You know you can talk to me." she said. She looked as if she were about to cry. "Mom, I couldn't. I'm sorry. But, please do this for me. Help me get better." I said, meaning every single word I said. "Okay, I will. I want you to be better. We'll head over in a few minutes. Go talk to the boys about this." she said. The boys, I had forgotten. "Okay. " I said, I sighed and then stood up, rolled back down my sleeves, and turned to the door. I turned back around to face my mom. "Thank you." I said. She just smiled.
I walked down the stairs to see all of the boys sitting in the living room. "Niall, it's okay." said Liam. "What?" I said, I was quite confused, I didn't know what they were talking about. "We sorta overheard you talking to your mom. We're a bit nosey." said Zayn. "Guys, I'm so sorry. I really truly am." I said, I couldn't hold in my tears. I started crying. "Hey, it's okay. You need the help, and you admitted it, it's all up form here." Said Harry.
I looked down at the ground, and then back up. "Thank you guys. I really appreciate this. I shouldn't be there long." I said, my mother met me at the bottom of the stairs. I looked at the boys, they smiled and I smiled back. I gave each of them a hug, and walked out this door. Today is the first day of my new life.