Molly hummed a light tune as she revealed the small razor she had hidden in the heels of her shoes.

They thought they could take my precious items away, I always get my way…

She winced slightly when she felt the razor cut deep into her wrist. She never cut too deep, not since the last time, when she was taken to the hospital. Her secret had been revealed then, and they had tried to take what she treasured most away from her.

She watched her own crimson blood trail a river along the base of her arm. She closed her eyes, enjoying the relief it gave her, however short it was. She cut to give herself the release of the burden, of all the pain she carried within. The high only lasted a few days, in which she would repeat the process once again.

Her arms were her canvas, where her blood would be shed. The scars were a reminder, of every ache, of every hurt, that she had received and caused. On her canvas she would paint, of her lost childhood, the heart she wished she had, of the sun she wished would shine on her for a second time in what felt so long ago.

Her canvas was her savior, her only hope left in life. Her cuts made her forget, that was all she ever wanted. When she buried the razor into her flesh, she no longer saw Spike and his betrayal, her father's desertion, her own isolation…

"Molly, what's taking you so long?" Lita, the only friend she trusted, knocked on the bathroom door.

Molly looked up, the glaze over her eyes disappearing, emptiness and pain there beside to replace it. She knew she would have to hide her obsession, even Lita would take it away from her too, as did all the others. She hastily covered her wound with her long sleeves, washing away the excess blood down the drain.

She unlocked the door, opening the door to a none-too-happy Lita.

"Matt's going crazy, we have to be at the arena in twenty minutes." Lita's crimson hair, reminded Molly of her razor she had left on the counter. She backed away, hiding the razor behind her back.

"What are you hiding?" Lita asked curiously, craning her neck to try to catch a glimpse.

Molly hid it further into the back of her pocket. "It's nothing. Just a handkerchief."

Lita gazed at her suspiciously, her hazel brown eyes flashing with doubt. Molly had been acting nothing like herself ever since Spike had broken up with her abruptly. Lita wished the old Molly was back, except she didn't know how to get her to open up. Lita knew something was wrong, just not exactly what.

"Well okay…Molls, tell Matt I'll be right out." Lita said. She hadn't been planning on going to the washroom, but she wanted to make sure for herself that Molly hadn't been doing anything to hurt herself. Lita had been having suspicions for the last couple of weeks, though no evidence to support her claims.

Lita made sure Molly was safely in their van before stepping into the washroom. She gave a once-over of the small bathroom. From the corner of her eye, she caught something out of the ordinary. She squinted, nearing the small counter. She captured on one finger a drop of red. She rubbed it between her index finger and thumb.

"Blood." Lita quickly washed her hands, taking only the necessary time needed. She would confront Molly about her findings. Not tomorrow, not the week after. Now.

Matt impatiently pushed his jet black hair from his face, turning to Molly. "So Molly, how've you been?"

Molly immediately built her defenses. She tensed replying, "I didn't do anything, please don't tell anyone, I didn't do anything…"

He held his hands up, his face etched with concern for his girlfriend. "Back up Molly, I didn't accuse you of anything. I was just asking how you were. You seem a little distracted lately."

"Oh, I'm—"

The van's door slid open, Lita grabbing Molly by the arm and pulling her out of the vehicle. Molly flinched at the sudden movement. Lita had held onto the part of her arm that she had slit open with her razor.

"Molls, pull your sleeves up." Lita said, trying to sound firm although her voice wavered. Molly was her best friend, she didn't want to believe what was obvious until she saw it for herself.

"Why? No." Molly tried to return to the van, and she would have succeeded except Lita grabbed her by the arm again, causing her to stumble out.

Lita pulled up Molly's sky blue sleeves up to her elbows, gasping at the sight. Molly's arms were just a cascade of scars, some cuts looked fresh.

Lita's warm brown eyes displayed silent tears of grief. She looked up at Molly with sadness. "What have you done to yourself Molly? What's happening to my best friend?"

Lita's grasp on Molly had fallen. Molly hastily pulled down her sleeves so no scars were showing. She considered telling Lita a lie, but she knew Lita wouldn't fall for it. "Nothing. I'm not the same person that I was before Lita..I'm different now. Th-this helps me get my old self back, even if it's just for a few seconds.."

"If this is the price you have to pay to get that, then I don't want the old Molly."

"How could you say that? Everyone loved the old Molly, she was everyone's favorite sister. The new Molly is someone they despise, they desert."

"Molly, please tell me what's wrong. Please don't shut me out. I care about you, you're like the sibling I've never had, I don't want to lose that bond. Do you?" Lita held her breath for Molly's answer.

Molly's familiar amiable expression passing by before a mask was restored. Her look was stony, her face unreadable. Molly tilted her head away from Lita, mumbling, "Of course not. Except I'm fine. I don't need any help."

"Then when would you need a lending hand? When you land in the hospital? When Matt and I attend your funeral? Don't you care for anyone at all enough to stop hurting yourself? By harming yourself, can't you see that you're hurting others as well?"

"I'm sorry Lita, I'll just get another ride." Molly took out her cellphone, her razor dropped to the ground from the same pocket.

Lita picked the razor off the ground, preventing Molly from phoning. Lita sighed, this was going to be harder than she though, though she wouldn't lose hope. She'd talk to her another time. "Molly, come on. We only have a couple of minutes to get to the arena, you'll never get there on time if you get another ride."

Sensing her surrendering at least for that moment, Molly agreed.

Matt flashed both of them confused looks although he didn't ask any questions.

She was thankful for that. But she didn't know when the silence would break, and the questions would begin.