A/n- I own nothing you recognize.
As you're staring at those four walls that surround you, you start to wonder what is wrong with you. Everything seems to happen to you and you don't understand why. Nothing in your life can really go right.
Recently, you've taken to hide within your room. You don't want anyone to know that you're hurting. You're supposed to be invincible, but, honestly, you're not as tough as you act. Many things that you act like they don't faze you truly hurt you. But you don't want the world to know that.
To add fuel to the fire, the one person that truly believed in you is dead, gone. Now, you're sitting in your room, sobbing quietly to yourself. You hate that tears are running down your cheek. It's been years since you've last cried.
When your roommates return to the dorm, you stake out in the bathroom. Nobody is going to see you in your broken state. Is that when you found the razorblade? It took you several minutes to decide to pick it up, but it took you seconds to run it across your wrists. You watched the blood run down your wrists and for the first time in a while, you felt better.
The next morning, you allow yourself out of the dorm. It's been two weeks since his death and you're feeling better. You think the cutting is helping you feel better. Scars line your wrists so you're careful to hide them. Secretly, you don't care if they see, but you don't need another thing for your parents to yell at you for.
As you walk to your classes, you see the couples hugging and snogging in the hallways. It was the first time you really wanted a boyfriend. You didn't need one, but you just wanted to share your feelings with someone. You wanted a knight in shining armor to save you. Look carefully darling, angels can be anywhere.