Author's Note: I've changed the lyrics slightly to match the storyline.

I'm the tear in your eyes
I'm the blood in your veins
I'm the beat of your heart
I'm the sweat on your face
I'm the one that you chased
I'm the promise that you made
I'm the voice in your head
I'm the lies that you said

I'm the girl that you pushed away

I'm the pride of your life
I'm the light shining deep in your eyes
I'm the choice that you made
I'm the smile on your face
When you sleep at night
I'm the best thing you had
But you left me behind

I'm the girl that you pushed away

I'm the pain that you feel
I'm the scars that don't heal
I'm the tear in your eyes
I'm the reason you cry
I'm the voice in your head
I'm the lies that you said
I'm the best thing you had
But you pushed me away

Simple Plan

Tanya leaned against the wall, crying. A knife was in her hand and she drew another long cut down her wrist. Another cut made no difference to her. It was just one more to an already large collection of scars. "All I asked was love." She whispered bitterly as the blood welled up from the cuts and dripped steadily down her pale wrists. This closet was her refuge from the world. It was hers.

The knife in her hand was one she had stolen from the kitchen almost one year ago. A year ago Tanya would have shuddered at the mere thought of dragging a knife across her ivory skin. Now, it had become her refuge from pain. Things had started small, with scissor blades being pressed against the skin enough to leave marks. Then gentle lines on the backs of her hands, then down the backs of her arms. Soon it had gone to drawing patterns or writing words with the knife on her skin. Now, she drew it down her wrist. Her arms were so scarred now it was if she had been a cutter all her life.

"Tanya!" Her dad was pounding on her bedroom door. "Get your sorry ass out here now!" A wild fear glistened in Tanya's watery blue eyes. "I've got to hide!" She scrambled for the very back of her closet. A hidden panel had been built inside the closet years before Tanya's family had ever moved in. She pushed the button and the panel slid open and she ducked inside. The panel slid shut just as the door to Tanya's bedroom burst open with a bang. "Tanya!" Came her father's furious voice. He kicked down the closet door. Tanya scrambled further back into the hidden room. If he found her, she would be as good as dead. The room had a back exit that lead into a tunnel that went on for miles. How far, Tanya did not actually know. Right now she didn't really care as long as it got her away from this mad house. Tanya ran through the tunnel for what seemed like hours until she reached its end. It ended in a rolling meadow, the opening just and extremely large hole in the ground. She cautiously climbed out, her kitchen knife in hand. No one was around. A large boulder stood nearby, balanced precariously on the edge of the tunnel's opening. She shoved it with all of her strength into the opening, blocking away her past forever.

Tanya trudged on as it began to rain. Just ahead, she could see London. Tired and soaking wet she limped into the darkened city. Blackout curtains had been drawn across windows. No one but her was outside that night. Then, overhead, she heard a strange humming noise and then…..

KABOOM!

A bomb exploded nearby sending pieces of wood and stone flying at her. Sirens began wailing and people streamed from houses, trying to get into bomb shelters. Tanya was lost and had no place to go. She took a deep breath and raced for the nearest shelter. A family tore out of their home, but one boy jerked away and ran back inside the house. The other boy followed. Another bomb went off, knocking Tanya to the ground. "Come on, Ed," Came a boy's shout. Tanya tried to get to her feet and into the shelter, but found her left leg was absolutely useless. Another bomb exploded nearby, showering the already bleeding girl with stones. "Help me, please!" She cried out, trying to move. Her left leg was stuck firmly beneath a lamp post. Tanya could hardly see through all the smoke, but she could make out a faint shape rushing towards her. "Help!" She called to the figure. The figure ran to her side. It was a boy about her age, maybe a bit older. Slowly, he pried up the post holding her firmly. She struggled out from underneath it, her broken leg dragging. The boy dropped the post again and hurriedly began to help her into the shelter. "Thank you." She whispered, grateful tears streaming down her cheeks.

The older woman, obviously the mother, bustled around trying to gather materials to splint Tanya's leg. "Peter, hand me the bandages please. Oh, and the broom handle." She finished splinting Tanya's leg and began to gently wash away the worst of the blood on her face. That's when she noticed the knife and the hundreds of cuts and bruises all over Tanya's face, arms, and legs. She had enough sense to guess there were more on Tanya's stomach and back. She gently washed the cuts and bandaged them up, never once guessing the cuts were from Tanya herself. "You poor thing. After this is over you may stay with my children when they go to the country." Tanya smiled gratefully just before collapsing into unconsciousness.