AN: Ok...so I know i'm in the middle of another depressing, sad, selfharm story and I've been abusing you guys for not posting a new chapter in a while, but i've been busy, and I've been inspired...so...read it...and review it...and do other shenannigans...(is that how you spell that?My comp. doesn't have spell checker...?) Anyway, on with the story of sadness!^.^

Three days. That was a new record. Not that she was proud of it. Boney knees dug into

a ribby chest. A head full of fake, red hair leaned hard against the bathroom wall. Her stomach

still tasted like the contents of her stomach, even after three doses of Lysterine. She looked

down at her skeleton hands only to find them covered in tiny scratches and bruises. She smiled.

Maybe she was a little proud of three days.