'If this is life then I would willingly give mine up.' The hole in her chest began to relax and not throb as much as the blood ran down her arm. 'If this is life without him I WILL give mine up, just not yet' she sat in the school stall letting the new pain fill her until she couldn't remember why there were tears in her eyes. 'If this is how life will be maybe I can survive' she looked at her arm a fresh cut running across it. She took the toilet paper she held and shoved it against her arm causing it to flare up in pain. She slide the band-aid out of her purse, quickly put it on, and pulled down first her shirtsleeve then her red sweatshirt sleeve. It had been three days and for the first time she was not paralyzed with the anger and the hole in her chest did not hurt, for the first time she could breathe deeply and freely and not start crying. She shredded the band-aid wrapper and flushed it along with the bloody toilet paper. For a second she thought of throwing razor down the drain too but before she knew it, the small razor blade was back in her purse with its protective covering on it. 'Just in case' she thought 'Just in case.'