She knew better.

She really did.

She was Head Girl.

People looked up to her.

But she couldn't help herself.

It helped.

It took away the pain she felt.

It gave her something else to think about.

It made her forget.

She was peaceful when she cut.

She had always started cutting angrily and clammed down after pressing deeper.

She was depressed.

She never let anyone see this side of her,the side she despised.

She would look in the mirror when she'd finished and tell herself that she was pathetic.

That she should be stronger.

.xHermionex.