Writing my number acrossed her wrist. I wanted to make sure the next time she felt pain, the next time she felt alone. She would pick up the phone and not a blade. When I was finished she lightly brushed her fingertips over my number. She fought hard not to cry as she did. This was a fight she had won many times in the past. Not allowing herself to show weakness. But now she felt she might lose this round and break down, so she quicky wiped her eyes and thanked me for everything. "promise you'll call me?" I asked her. She promised and turned and headed up the stairs. I watched her get halfway and stop. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She turned and ran down the steps and handed it to me. She told me she did not need it anymore then quickly turned back and ran inside. I stood puzzled as I opened the paper. It was a letter. As I read it tears streamed down my face.
