Louis and I walked home to my house when we heard the bell from inside the school. "So I guess you had some outburst today," Louis said. "I guess it was just inside from all of these years," I replied. Then there was an awkward silence. I assumed we both were thinking about the kiss. Why was my life like a soap opera lately? "Well I guess I'll just see you later," I said breaking the silence. He nodded and walked the other direction as I stepped into the trailer. "You okay? How was school? How you feeling? Anytime you need anything, just tell me," Niall said speedily as I first closed the door behind me. "I'm okay," I replied putting on a fake smile. Truth was, I didn't know if I was okay. I didn't want to kill myself anymore... Most of the time. Sometimes I had my solemn moments, but I was okay. I think. Cutting is addicting, and I have been clean for about three days. But just like when you have a taste of something sweet, you can't stop drinking it. I wanted to watch the shiny blade gently slide atop my soft skin and let the warm blood surface. I remember the light pain that sent joyful shivers on my arm. The scent of warm blood, and the used metal clashing together. "Anytime you want to do this, get me don't be scared," Niall's words echoed around my head. "Niall?" I asked biting my lip. "Yeah?" He answered. "Get rid if my blades," I replied. He nodded. "Where are they?" He asked. "Bathroom, behind the mirror," I answered. "And keep then away, I want them." He nodded again and walked into the bathroom. I heard the mirror door shut and he came out. As soon as the blades shined off of the lamp I ran towards Niall and began trying to jerk them out of his grasp. "Harmony! Stop! Control yourself! You'll cut me!" Niall said pulling them away. I dragged myself away. "Get them out of here!" I snarled as Niall ran out the door to the trash can. When he came back in he sighed. "They're gone and the trash truck is right there," he said. I nodded and held my stomach. I felt sick. It was like uncomfortable nausea. This was progress. I needed then gone. They're bad news. I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay. I took deep breathes. "Are you ok?" Niall asked. I nodded, afraid if I opened my mouth, my food would come flying out. The next day was a Friday at school. I saw Louis and walked up to him. "Hey Lou," I said. He smiled. "How are you doing? How long have you been clean?" He asked. "I'm fine. It's been four days. Niall threw away my blades yesterday. I think I'm okay, just expect me to be grumpy," I replied. He nodded. "So, uh, we should get to lockers?" Louis asked. I nodded as we walked towards the lockers. I saw Olivia, and she walked up to me. "Now you can blame me for what you've been doing to yourself, but you're only trying to make me look bad. So cut it out, I can see through you," she said. I couldn't speak. I was too shy. Everyone at school knew what I have done, and it's not the best thing to be considered emo and depressed by strangers. "It was because of you. You need to leave her alone. You don't own this retarded school, shut up," Louis said. Olivia stepped closer. "Woah there hottie. You gonna do something about it?" Olivia asked. Louis stepped closer to her revealing his height compared to hers and she backed away. "Oh well, but I know you'll eventually leave your pathetic girlfriend," she said. My face flushed. After she walked away, my face burned in embarrassment. "I think the school thinks we're dating," I said. "It's not a bad thing right? I mean we practically are..." Louis said. I looked down at the floor. "Okay with me," I replied. He smiled his cheeky smile, making me return it. "So we're dating?" Louis asked. "I guess," I replied. This was sure some progress with my depression, and sure was a break from all the drama.