Hey! I read three reviews, and I was inspired. I've been really depressed recently, and I want you guys to know that you've officially kept me from either doing drugs or cutting. Thank you. I am eternally grateful.
This fic isn't as good as I wish. I hope you like it though! I wrote it in a moment of inspiration. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything...except this storyline and Henry's new last name. :D

Henry Blank stood with his hand on the doorknob to Natalie's room at the Goodman household, unsure whether or not he should open it. He decided to slowly open the door, and see if she was okay. There was only a soft "Ouch," coming from the room.

"Natalie?" He asked as he saw her, in a state of complete disarray, rubbing her arm. He hadn't noticed the red marks before, "Oh my god, Natalie, what did you do?" He asked almost immediately.

"…H-Henry!" She said, rolling down her sleeves, pretending that she wasn't counting what she called "battle scars."

She gave him a big hug, and he had to wait to ask what he wanted to. Natalie was anxious, as far as Henry could tell, and she didn't want him to know. She brushed her hair out of her face as she pulled away and smiled.

"Are you cutting?" He asked curtly, as Natalie's mother would have, had she been there.

"Not at the moment," She said, "Why do you care?"

"Well," He said, "I love you…A lot, and, frankly, you jump, I jump. It's that simple. If you start cutting after this, I do, and if you kill yourself, I kill myself."

She had to compose herself before speaking again, "Henry, you know that I'm one of millions of teenagers out there who cut, right? I'm one in a million that you choose to care about."

"Yes, because you're the only one I'm in love with." He said, kissing her, and wishing he could fix everything that had ever happened to her, everything that she ever felt that wasn't love or happiness.

"Henry," She said after the fact, knowing that she had to get it out, "I love you so much. You know that right?"

"I love you more. You know that right?" He replied, grabbing her hand, causing her to smile for the first time since March 1st.

"That's not true! I love you the most!" She said, finally feeling like she could let it go. The razor seemed unnecessary as of then. She knew she could survive without cutting, as long as she had Henry. She never cut again, after that point.

They walked downstairs together, fighting over who loved whom most. Natalie thought it was weird, and it wasn't what she was used to, though she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Her father had to stop them by saying they were wasting words, and telling them that they were going out to eat that night.

"Henry," Dan Goodman whispered to his daughter's boyfriend as they walked out the door, "She's fragile—don't break her heart. She's never opened up like that—to anyone, including me."

"I know, Mr. G.," Henry replied, "I never would."

With that, they walked out the door, as they would many times afterwards. They were a family. Natalie and Henry eventually got married, and only came over from time to time, bringing over their kids to see their grandfather. Life seems to go that way. Everything happens for a reason.