I don't own lab rats
Tasha's POV
"I'm sorry." Who said that? How can they read my mind? I curiously looked around the room. Leo is taking his head off Bree's shoulder. "I'm truly sorry." Ah it was Leo who said it. "I'm also sorry, for not believing you, for not protecting you and for not helping you when you most needed help." I begged for forgiveness, which, thankfully he gave. "Promise me not to attempt suicide again and, to give me all your razors or anything that you use to cut yourself with." I look at him with a stern look.
He looks at me with horror; I wonder what I have wrong now. "But Mum you don't understand, I need the razors, it's my only source of comfort." Leo told me with a hint of sadness. I try to touch his shoulder to comfort him, but, he shrugs it away. I try to do the same thing again and it works, except I can tell he isn't hugging back. I sit him down on the couch and say "Leo I will help you stop. Chase will help, Bree will help, we will all help you stop the cutting and protect you." He looks at me with slight hope in his eyes and replies "Really, even if it could risk your life?" I was shocked by this but still nodded. Looking round I saw everyone else doing the same.
Sorry for taking ages to update I had writers block, then the internet broke, I have also had lots of homework and tests to revise for. This is also the last chapter hope you enjoyed the story and it wasn't too depressing. Please review.