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The first cut was harmless, it barely left a mark. It was done with small scissors that weren't even sharp. The second cut was harmless as well, and the third, and the fourth. Those scissors had no affect. She would turn up her music loud, so she could cry and they wouldn't hear. She would look in the mirror and despise the image she saw. Yet she couldn't cut, her scissors weren't sharp enough, but she was to early into her pain to realize just how many weapons lay around her. She couldn't understand this pain that racked her body. She would cry nonstop, sometimes until she fell asleep, but then her dreams into which she hoped she could escape to, became nightmares, and her nights became restless. She would lie shaking and cold looking out the window at the silent night enclosing the world she knew. Tears would slowly trail down her beautiful face, yet she could not see her own beauty. She would feel so alone, for so very long. Until she found a pair of scissors. Their handel was blue, they were long, shiny, but most importantly....they were extremely sharp. She didn't want to cut her arms, people would see. So, she lifted her shirt, and slashed through the skin on her side multiple times. She was bleeding, lonley, and horrified at what she had done. But it felt so good. It filled up the empty. She could feel real pain instead of emotional pain. She cut every night. She called it her 'sessions.' Her trigger? Her parents. Apparently, they belived they could raise a perfect child, who got everything right, who did nothing wrong. They pressured her into having perfect grades, she was overweight slightly, so they told her she was fat and she needed to lose weight. They old her her room needed to be spotless. She had to be perfect. She was so stressed out about her life at school and being perfect, that her mind collapsed. She hurt. Her scars grew deeper. So she told him. He had loved her ever since he layed eyes on her. She was perfect, even with flaws, in his eyes. He loved her, he never wanted to see her in pain, he wanted her to smile again, but the problem was, he lived half-way across the country now. He had moved a year back. But he still loved her, he always would. When she told him about her scars, he was terrified and devistated for her. He wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be alright, but he wasn't there. She was still in pain, but when she cuts herself now, she doesn't feel so alone. I have hope now, and I love him so much. And he loves me. My story isn't much, but thats it. I still cut myself, but I am trying really hard to stop. He supports me through everything I do, accept anything to hurt myself. My parents would always call me fat, even though I'm only slightly overweight, At the time I felt like I was REALLY fat, so I stopped eating all togethar. He actually talked me out of an eating disorder though, I eat now, and I thank him for correcting my stupidity. I basically owe my life to him, if he wasn't here for me I now realize I probobly would have commited suicide quite awhile ago, but I know that killing myself would make him so upset, he might try the same thing, and I don't want him to die, so I would never carry out my suicidal thoughts. I know that every time I cut I hurt him too, so I'm trying really hard to stop. I know that he lives far away now, but he is coming for a visit, and I know that once he comes, alot of things are going to change, I don't know what exactly, I just feel it. ;) my life is his, for like the angel his soul is, he saved me from complete inner chaos. I love him with all my heart, and when I am in pain I just think of him and I start healing. Love is the true medicine for all that hurts. To all other self-injurs out there, you may not have the love I do, I know that. I know that you feel so alone, I know how that feels, I love you all. My heart belongs to him and all others that are in pain out there. Yes, you reading this, I love you, you deserve it, you deserve better than you have, you are a good person, you are perfect in your own way, and if you keep beliving even in the hardest times, you will know love. You will heal. You will be you, you are not alone, you can make it through.

I promise, just belive in your own capabilities.