The young neko sobbed, bring the thin razor to her thin pale wrist, she hissed in pleasure as another thin, enticing, red line appeared there, becoming lost amongst many others.

She watched as small drops of blood slowly bubbled to the surface, capturing her attention and bringing her into an almost trance-like state.

She continued her path of self-destruction, much to her friends' dismay. The young woman's mind was filled with dark, ugly gray storm clouds that showed no sign of lifting, robbing her of her ability to feel, love, happiness, joy, all seemed foreign to her.

The women felt, actually felt, as the thin, sharp razor pierced her pale skin…. She felt. She felt. She felt…ecstasy, pleasure, however her feelings were artificial. The bleak realization saddened her.

Would she be forever stuck, only existing, and never truly living, for and with this meaningless, fleeting high?

Turns out, it took a neko with seemingly everything, throwing it all away, for the storm clouds to begin receding. It was a week from the impending tragedy, that she met her angel, a cheerful, loveable one with eyes of emerald and hair and fur of sparkling, blinding sunshine.

The angels name, fittingly enough, was Honeywish. Her angel made her laugh, cry, she felt as if the thick, ugly storm clouds were lifting…she was genuinely FEELING.

The day came, when the dark disappeared, however, was when the woman and her angel heard a startling report of suicide.

The victim seemingly had it all, a loving family, ridiculous amounts of money, a mansion even they themselves didn't know what to do with, and too top is off, was the host of four shows.

"Wow," The pale-eyed woman said, disheartened, "h-how could someone like that kill themselves?"

"I don't know," The golden-haired angel began before taking a deep breathe, "we'll never truly know because we can never place ourselves in their shoes and see the dreaded, crippling darkness their mind plague them in. It's ridiculously easy to say, 'how could they do that? They had it all 'and move on, but obviously that didn't 'have it all', demons were lingering in their mind, waiting for the right moment to strike, prompting them to concealing their pain beneath a mask of fake smiles and laughs, but you never truly know their minds.

"These people, we never truly know them, and even if they have others to lift the darkness within, sometimes it's never enough.

"I have you, my angel." The-raven women said turning to face her. "You made me feel, as long as I have you…." She trailed off, the realization hitting her quickly, "I'll be ok…I'll be ok…. I'LL BE OK!" She cheered, tears of joy springing to her violet eyes as she threw to arms around her angel. Laughing, honesty laughing.

"Yes, you will, Velvetpaw." The angel declared, kissing the woman tenderly.

"I just pushed you in the right direction." Honeywish smirked as the dark-haired woman burrowed into her angel's life-saving, healing warmth.

'One life ends, another begins again.'


(Thanks to Fireworksafterdawn and Azureflower for planting the seeds of inspiration.)
(Credit for Honeywish's name goes to Fireworksafterdawn.)