Her pain she hid from everyone. She would not speak nor tell anyone what she has been going though. She knew it was wrong but every time she would do it would make her pain disappear. But she loved the feeling the sharp edge gliding across her arm. She would only make small cuts but this time she was done with the yelling, screaming and the fighting. She thought this time was her last breath.
She touched the blade with her finger tips. She rolled her sleeve up and pressed as hard as she could ageist her skin. She made a long deep cut up her arm. She laid her head on her bed and twirled the blade and watch every drip of blood fall of the blade. But she felt dizzy and tired. She looked down at her arm and she could not even see her arm it was covered with blood. She sheets were covered blood. She went limp and the blade fell down to the ground. She breath were soft and slow. She closed her eyes and whispered her last word. "I'm sorry".