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Shadows concealed the lump of rags on the footpath. Every so often sobs could be heard and the little lump would shake slightly before quietening down again. She was sure to be quiet. Being quiet didn't draw attention and no attention meant not being hurt.
Finally the little lump started to move. Limbs were untucked and hair was pulled back revealing a petite young woman with red swollen eyes and a running nose. With a sigh she heaved herself up of the ground and started walking. She didn't know where she was going; she didn't care.
Her world had shattered tonight, her best friend abused her and now she was alone. With no home to go to, and no family; she sure as hell wasn't going to go crawling back to him and ask for forgiveness; she was stronger than that. She wasn't about to become one of those women who allowed their boyfriends to hit them and abuse them. She was brought up to think for herself.
But tonight was her breaking point. The one solid being had now turned against her in an effort to get closer to her; he had all but pushed her away. She wasn't coming back.
Thoughts were racing through her head, she was becoming more agitated and needing a release. She thrust back the sleeve on her left arm. Stopping in the shadows she leaned against a grimy brick wall and breathed loudly trying to get herself under control. With a shaky hand she brought her pocket knife out of her pocket and flicked it open quickly. It had to be done; it was like a drug to her. With a few quick breaths she got to work.
She brought the blade to the now bare skin of her left arm; she started to carve. Long ribbons of blood started to seep out of the downward cuts she was making. The smell of fresh blood; rust and salt invaded her senses. Closing her eyes she leaned shakily against the wall and breathed. It was starting to work. But it wasn't enough. A few cuts later her arm was covered with blood that rolled down to her bruised wrists.
With a sob she put the knife away; hating how these urges controlled her. Sinking down to her knees she reached in to her pocket and brought out a wad of tissues. Carefully she dabbed the blood and got a lot of it away before quickly pulling her sleeve back down. She knew the blood would soak through; but she was done caring now.
Her eyes weren't obeying her. They kept closing no matter how hard she tried to keep them open. Pulling her arms around her knees and snuggling into her long coat; she finally let her body rest.
As she fell asleep she wasn't aware of the eyes above that had followed her and watched the whole time.