I watch the blood run down my leg and smile slightly content. I don't like the sight of it, I know it's bad. Somewhere deep down I really know it's bad, but I can't stop. Somehow my life got twisted in an awful direction and things happened that I couldn't control. I told my mother I needed help, I knew I needed help, but she shut me down. She thought I was lying because I wanted the attention, she told me to get over it. The problem was, depression is t that easy to just 'get over'.

So whenever I pushed that sharp edge against my skin I would always think about her words. I would think about the fact that I wasn't sick, I was just imagining it all. I would look at the clean cut, for that half second before blood started seeping out, and I would admire it. I found it beautiful. How a line looked on my skin, the beauty in something so horrible, before the evidence started seeping out.

Before I always did it at home, behind closed doors where no one could see me. But not today. Today was so much more different than before. It had all gotten to much and I had to get my release right at that moment. A girl had gotten mad at me for bumping into her, as she started yelling at me she began calling me names. Fat, ugly and a bunch of things that I forgot as the blood flowed. I knew she was right. I wasn't worth anything, I didn't even know what I was doing here.

Just as us girls were about to meet the boys I excused myself and left to the bathroom. I hoped they would forget about me, so that I could be alone. But as I walked out of the bathroom I noticed a siluette who appeared to be waiting for. I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed the person in front of me was a boy. I instantly felt ashamed that I made him wait for me, and that was until I saw that his eyes were on my legs. When I looked down I saw that my cuts hadn't stopped bleeding so I had clear blood lines on my pants. I took a sharp breath and looked up at him.

"I heard what that girl said." The boy looked up and I saw his face for the first time. It was Niall. I tried not to react to his words but I felt my hands travel to where I knew my marks were. "Please tell me you didn't hurt yourself because of her." He sounded so sad and it broke my heart, I never wanted to hurt anyone else.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Instead of fessing up like I should've I played dumb and began walking past him. That was until he grabbed my arm and pushed me into a room behind him.
"I'm not stupid, and I saw how hurt you were." For a second I was confused, but I quickly shook it off. "I just... Please stop hurting yourself." I took a deep breath, crossed my arms and turned my face away from him. Tears were building up in my eyes and I didn't want him to see.

"It's not that easy." I shook my head and felt the tears start to fall down my cheeks. His hands slowly wiped them away as he made me look at him.

"I know." He looked so concerned, I almost promised him I wouldn't do it anymore. But then I realized I didn't want to lie to him. If I ever told I would cut, I wanted it to be the truth.

"Then you also know that you can't ask something like that of me." My voice was only a whisper. I looked down at the floor and wished I could get out of there.

"I do." He grabbed my hand and I looked at them. They looked good together, our hands, locked together. "I know that we don't know each other but I want you to know that I care. And I think you're beautiful, beyond words." My breath hitched in my throat and I looked up at him to see if he was lying. "I'm gonna give you my number, and I want you to call me whenever you feel sad. I can't promise I'll understand but I can listen and be there, I want to help you feel better." A small smile played on my lips as I looked at him.

"Why do you even care?" He took a deep breath before looking me straight in the eye.

"Because no one deserves to be harmed in any way. And something tells me that you've been harmed to many times. I want to make you feel better, even if it takes time." He smiled a small smile and hugged me tight. "One stranger to another."

Notes

I'm sorry if I offend someone with this, that is not my meaning with this.

I have a friend who is going through something like this, and it does make me feel sad that I can't do anything but be there for her. But that is all I can do...

So if there is anyone out there, reading this, and in need of someone to talk to, just message me! I will be here to listen <3