Today she still has her tattered arm to remind her of what she had done. Finding relief in self-injury, what the doctors called her disease, she tries to find trust in her friends and family but they come to be no help. At first they all shared the same pain and fear that she did. Then as time grew their reality’s struck and they left her fighting the same battle. She knows if they catch her and her secret friend they will explode on her. All she wants to do is pick up that jagged edge. Even just for a minute to help her find solace once again. Oh, but if they find out, if they see the marks it will be her fault. Not theirs. Again another thing she doesn’t understand. How can they leave her with all the pain and fear she had and expect her to deal with them alone? It seemed easier when they were all willing to be there and help when she needed it. Now they don’t seem as available. They seem more distant than before. And they took the only thing that had ever helped her away. How can she survive this life with all the pain and fear? How can she do it? Why would she want to? Great, now they put that thought in her head. Death. Definitely one friend she sure doesn’t want.
