A/N: Hey guys!! So this one is about self harm, about the urge of picking up the blade and pressing it to your wrist. I know many people go through that so this all for you guys.

TRIGGER WARNING                   

                             She sat there in the bathroom. Water falling on her from the shower.She stared at the razor in her right hand, making her look down at her left wrist. Should she finally do it? Just one cut. what harm could one little cut do? It might ease her pain. It could be her escape. She glanced back and forth between the razor and her wrist.

                      "Dude you're an inspiration!"

                       "You're one of the strongest people I know."

                       "Never give in to the dark because light just might be two steps away."

                       Words echoed in her mind as tears streamed down her face. These weren't just some words. They were the words of her best friend. The one friend who knew everything about her. The one friend who was always there. The one friend who helped her through all, stood by her side and never let her drown in the darkness. Even though she wasn't talking with her very often now, her words were always with her.

                      She stood up, placed the razor back in it's place. Rinsed the soap off of her body, wrapped a towel around herself and walked out the bathroom. Proud of herself for fighting it off another day.