Only in her room did she find solace. With a small steel blade she began to slowly draw the jagged edge across her skin hoping to find relief. When she heard footsteps approaching, she slipped and the cool blade quickly filled with a gush of sticky red liquid from her arm. Panicked that someone would discover her secret she tried to stop the flow of blood but without success she fell to the blood, soaked carpet screaming her mother’s name. Her mother never expected to find the sight she found.
Hours later the girl was in the suicide wing at the hospital with IVs dripping their clear drops down a tube that ran into her restrained wrist, exposing her torn and forever tattered arm, where for almost a year she found sanctuary.
