It hasn't even been a month and Mum was transfered to the hospital. Her case was now severe and there was no way the Doctor's could help treat her any longer, but with hope and prayers, I knew she was going to be alright. I will never loose hope for my Mum.

I watched her from outside the glass window, she was asleep. She looked so peaceful, but by the time she woke up the pain would kick back in. I couldn't bare to look at her anymore. I turned my head towards Harry who was watching the television set in the waiting room, and slowly walked over next to him. I sat down and fimbled with my fingers. The waiting room has basically been our home for now, we would often sleep here and be right by Mum's side. "You alright, Darc?" He asked, eyes still glued to the t.v. I nodded, but deep down inside, I wasn't. I was worried of something.

"You're lying, I know it." He said finally turning his attention to me and placed a hand over my shoulder, squeezing it.

"Harry, what do you think will happen once Mum's gone?" I asked nervously,biting my lip.

He took a deep sigh. "Honestly Darc, everything will still be the same." He said softly, trying to assure me. But I knew he was lying. "Once your Mum lays to rest, she will finally be at peace and we will be at peace, knowing she's no longer in pain."

"I'm scared." I said, with my voice shaking and tears starting to form abruptly in my eyes.

"Why are you so afraid?" He asked curiously.

"I'm afraid that I'll go back into the darkness." I said barely above a whisper and now the tears finally strolling down my face. I was afraid that once Mum was gone, I'll literally start going back to the past and start cutting again, nor ever being happy. Loosing the one person I loved most.

"Darcy, Don't be scared." He paused. "I promised your Mum that once she's gone, I'll be there to watch over you and to make sure that you're happy." He kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly.

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Harry and I decided to go back home for a bit, since Mum insisted. First time in 2 weeks since we've stepped foot into this familiar place. Just one step and and the rush of memories swirl into my head. Memories as early of a child, young teenage years. Most importantly, the memories of my Mum. I couldn't help to think that at only 17, I would be loosing her. Someone that watched over me for 17 years, cared for me, sheltered me, and embraced me. I would loose all of that now. As of now, I lost hope.

"I'll be sleeping in the living room." Harry said, as he threw the keys down onto the counter. "What do you want for dinner tonight Darling? Take out?" He asked curiously. "Or I could just cook us somet-"

"I'm not hungry." I lied. Even when my stomach was killing me from the starving feeling, I just couldn't.

"Darcy, you haven't eaten all day." He said.

"I'm just hungry." I stated.

"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded. "Well, call me up if you need anything."

"Will do." I said while nodding.

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The room was dark, an eerie kind of dark. I didn't bother turning on the switch for the dark was soothing. I sat at the edge of my bed watching the night sky from the window. No words said or done, just thinking about Mum, that's all. It's only been a few hours since we've left the hospital and I was already starting to miss her. Also worried at the fact that she could already be dying, and I wasn't there by her side. But there's no way to go back now. A silent tear strolled down my cheek. After Mum is gone, I literally really don't know what's going to happen next. I'm afraid that I will fall back into the darkness and mutilate myself again, I would probably even end up in a loony bin. Even if Harry assured me that everything is going to be the same and that everything's going to be alright, I hesitated in believing him. I knew he only said that so I wouldn't be worried. I know that he was lying about that. How could he be so sure, when everything is in a bit of a mess right now.

I walked into the bathroom, reminiscing the old physically painful days. Everything looked as if it hadn't been touched, but the only thing I was curious to see, was my old remedy. I quickly opened the drawer and rumaged through the towels. There laid the fresh new blades. I felt a lump in my throat as my shaking hand slowly approached them. I stopped for a second as my finger brushed over the blade. I turned my wrist around to see the scars that the blades left. Some were slowly fading away, while the others decided to stay as a remark for the painful past. I couldn't believe that I was here again, the old dark Darcy was back again. I carefully reached out for the blade again as I couldn't quite process what was going through my mind. I turned on the water. The swishing noise reminded me again of the times I used to cut, using the water to drown out my painful cries. It was all surreal right now, the blade was now brushing over my skin. I didn't feel as if I was myself again, like someone or something evil was taking over me. I slowly dug the blade into my skin. "DARCY?!" Harry called out pounding on my door. My heart raced and thumped in shock as I quickly turned off the water and threw the blade back into the drawer. I turned off the light and ran to the door. I quickly opened it to see Harry.

"Thanks for the dinner." I smiled awkwardly.

"You barely ate anything on your plate, kiddo." Harry chuckled. "But I'm still glad you decided to come down anyways."

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Stay down for desert, yeah?" He asked.

"No thanks, I'm full." I said staring down at my half eaten pasta.

"I guess." He said, gathering the dishes to the sink.

"I'm gonna head to bed now." I said.

"Alright, have a goodnight sweetie." He smiled.

I quickly walked up the stairs and shut the door, not bothering to turn on the lights again. I couldn't help but rewind what had happened earlier. I was so close to cutting again, but then again I couldn't help think that Harry stopped me from that, he basically saved me.

My eyes began to well up with tears as I thought about the almost-event. I almost let myself fall back into the darkness. The tears now strolled down as I thought of the only person whom I wanted help from. The only person I needed right now. That was Mum. I wish I could just run into her arms and tell her everything, then I'd hear her sweet nothings and everything would feel better.

I slowly slumped onto the corner of the room and curled up into a ball, hugging my knees. Crying silently, letting go of all the pain inside of me. "I just wish you were here." I silently whispered into the quiet dark room.

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I woke up to the bright sun, shining through the silk curtains. I stretched up a bit and stirred a little when I realized I was in a bed. I didn't remember myself sleeping on here. I was in the corner weeping my eyes off.

I walk downstairs to smell the roasting coffee and Harry sitting around the table with a newspaper. I continued to slowly walk down when one of the stairs creaked. Harry's eyes shot up firmly, and smiled when he saw me walking down. "Morning!" He called.

"Good morning." I smiled.

"I'm about to make breakfast, so will coffee suit you for now?" He chuckled.

"Not the type of coffee person, I'll wait." I said.

"Alright." He smiled and placed the newspaper on the table.

I guess the hunger really showed this morning as I devoured the pancakes and eggs. Also maybe because Harry is a good cook.

"Finally you finished." Harry smiled.

"Guess I was hungry." I chuckled.

"Yeah?" He laughed as he took a sip of coffee. I watched him as I thought about last nights almost-occurance and how I ended up in my bed this morning. I wondered if Harry was the one that put me in bed.

"We're you the one that put me in bed last night?" I blurted out.

"Yes." He paused. "I went to go check in on you... to see you were laying on the floor?" He asked and raised his eyebrow curiously.

"Right." I said.

"Want to tell me why?" He asked and placed his cup down.

"Long story." I simply stated.

"Obviously." He chuckled.

"I almost cut myself last night." I suddenly blurted out, regretting every single word that just spilled out of my mouth. His eyes widened at the sight, as he quickly raised my wrist up for him to see. "I said I almost, that doesn't mean I did it." I simply stated as I tugged my wrist away. He took a deep sigh of relief. "Listen much?" I asked. There was a brief silence as he just stared down into his cup.

"Darcy, what made you "almost" cut yourself?" He asked curiously. I didn't answer, for it was quite obvious.

"Is is about your Mum?" He asked. I nodded, stil quiet without a single word trying to get out.

"Sweetie, what did I tell you? There's no need for you to be worried about that, your Mum will be fine." He smiled reassuringly. Then again, he lied.

Notes

I'm so so sorry for not updating for the past few days, to be honest I had writers block and I actually went to an Ed Sheeran concert which was probably the best day of my life, pictures will uploaded to tumblr very soon. :) Also I was thinking and I made my decision, I will be turning Hello Darcy into a longer story rather than a short series, so I hope you all enjoy x x