Slowly at first she slides it against her wrists. The tears don’t let her see, her sobbing won’t let her be still. Thin red lines start to appear. Her life lines, her crimson tears. Not even her crying can block out the voices. Every cut and every scar carries a meaning. “ I hate you.†There’s the first cut. “ What’s wrong with you,†Slice. “You’re a mistake.†There’s the third. Every cut has a meaning tonight she is meaningful. “Your stupid†“No one loves you†“ You should die no one will miss you†slice, slice, slice. She can’t feel it anymore. It’s all numb. It would be stupid to just make empty cuts with no meaning and no feeling. No she can’t do this she can’t let herself get stupid. She stops and her savior is put away. Another day he will be needed to take the pain away and in her secret hiding spot he will always be. Maybe she isn’t alone, she has her blade. Plus she has her friends Ana and Mia. They are her only means of support. Only ones that make her feel good about herself. They are the only way she can get compliments or the envious looks she finds herself giving to all those other girls. Yes, Ana and Mia are her life, her friends, they have become her. Sadly not even they can save this poor lost soul. This is beyond resolution.
