(Warning: Just a quick warning this chap will be kinda depressing and will have depression, and it's about cutting so if you aren't okay with that)

*Aphmau's POV*

Depression

Is like

Drowning

But

You can

Still see

Everyone

Around you

Breathing.

'No one likes you Aph. That's why they bully you. You should just leave them all. No one will miss you. You're ugly. You're fat. And no one likes you. You should just die. You are just a burden in life.'
So I cut.
I cut because life sucks.
The pain helps me, I just want to feel it.
We have to write a poem for my class, that says things we like to do. So I'm writing it right now. It won't make a difference, if I live or die. The only person who really ever liked me was a guy. His name started with a 'G' I think. He always tried to talked to me, and I don't know why. Everybody hates me. I always push people away.
I cut all night.
While writing my poem.

-~+~-

My turn was next, and I'm not worried. I never am. They already hate me so why not hate me even more for writing about what I like to do. "Aphmau, your turn." That's my cue. I walked up to the front of the class.

"It's called 'She paints a Pretty Picture.'" Immediately. I got a ton of laughs and people shouting, "Oh yeah! You can't make anything pretty! Even if you tried." The teacher tried to make them be quiet, but it didn't work. And finally the blonde haired boy who always tried to talk to me yelled at them and got them to shut up. I sent a small smile in his direction, even though it was a fake one.

"She paints a pretty picture

But....

This story has a twist..

Her paintbrush is a razor,

Her canvas is her wrist,

She paints a pretty picture

In the color blood red,

While using her sharp paintbrush

She ends up finally dead,

Her pretty pictures fading

Quite slowly on her arm,

The blood is not racing through her

She can no longer do harm,

She painted her pretty picture

But her picture had a twist,

Her mind was her razor

Her heart was her wrist."

I handed the teacher the paper. And sat back down in my chair. The whole class room was silent. I can't take the silence, I need to leave. I can't do it here. Not in this classroom, while all eyes are still on me. I raise my hand. She calls on me.
"Listen, I am on my period right now, may I go to my locker and then the restroom?" She slowly nods her head. I get up and rush out. I go to my locker and push through it. Probably looking like a crazy person. I finally found it! I grab it real quick and roll up my sleeve.
Peoples silence leaves me with my thoughts, but my thoughts are only caused by those people.
This will take away the pain.
Suddenly out of nowhere. The blonde headed guy comes. He takes the razor out of my hand and throughs it to the end of the hall.
I just burst into tears. Right then and right there. I sink to the ground. With him trying to wrap his arms around me. I let him. For a while. Then I shake his arms off me and I jump up. I make a break for my razor. I can't stand the silence. Even if it's just me sobbing. He's faster then me. He jumps infront of me. He won't let me pass. He takes me in his arms. I pound his arms with what little strength I have in them. Screaming 'Why?!' At him. He doesn't respond. He holds me tighter. I can't take it! I can't take the silence. So I lean my head against him. Trying to find his heartbeat. When I do. I feel calmer. I stop fighting him. I let him comfort me. Only then do I realize that I'm crying. I haven't cried since people started bulling me. After the first time. I started cutting. I haven't cried since. I never let them see I was weak. Because I was used to the pain.
He let go. I whispered a 'Thanks.' He smiled at me. "W-what is your name? I don't know you." I stated. "Oh-uh. Right! I-its G-Garroth." We stayed silent for a while. And all the thoughts swarmed my head. Not nice ones. Evil ones. I sunk to the ground and I screamed. He instantly jumped, he was on the ground too. And started asking what was wrong. I was shaking as usual. His voice found its way into my head. Whispering 'What's wrong?' And 'It's okays.' He took me into his arms. I calmed down. Finding his heartbeat again. It was fast like last time. He was nervous. I could tell. And confused. "I can't stand silence." I guess that answered his question. So he started talking to me. Either about himself. Or about his classes. He finally said. "I live right next door to you. I could always hear you. But I never had the courage to come over." He knew. "No one ever did." I whispered. "Hey. Aph" I jumped. He knew my name. And not just that. My nickname. "Y-yeah?" I whispered afraid. "I know you may be hurting now, but darling it will get better. The frown on your face will turn into a smile, one day. Your tears of sadness, will turn into tears of happiness, some day. You may feel like your life is falling apart, but honey it's only the beginning. All you need is a brand new start. Storms don't last forever."
I didn't believe him. But he was right. I knew he was deep inside. He helped me through the rest of my life. And he helped me stop. He restated it, again. At our wedding. I still had the scars. Sometimes I would get sad.

But he would always be there to be my,
Help.