An: Two down, and one to go before I feel completely redeemed for being such a chapter misser. XD

Love this song to death, and I tried to make this situation in character as possible, but I don't know how I actually did with it. XD Bahah!

Next song in the line up is...

Young (Hollywood Undead)


She cuts the blade although it's much too dull;
I say she's all alone.
Fighting for redemption,
I know little pain, a little lust;
I lose myself at night to feel the rush,
Of tearing my skin apart.
Now take this sadness and close your eyes love.

-We Sleep Forever (Aiden)

She had never shown them to anybody, and she had never let them be seen, always hidden against her stomach or under her blue lab coat; the memories she's engraved into her skin a constant reminder of how low the hell of a life she had set her.

She put no stock in psychology partly because of these memories, because she doesn't want to face the fact that she was once weak, and unable to be helped; her only outlet being a single, rusted, dulled knife.

I had seen it before, and truthfully I didn't know how it helped, but at this point anything would help.

Stumbling in that dirty, god forsaken kitchen with my twisted ankle and sore leg wasn't easy, but I managed to see everything around me, despite the blood pouring from my head and into my eyes.

It just sat there, like any inanimate object would, but this was different. I was drawn, like a kid to an intricately designed doll.

It was dirty, rusted, old, and terribly, terribly dull. I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew the pain I gave to myself would make it all stop. The thoughts would stop, the tears would stop, and pain would stop, but only for a second.

A second was all I needed though. I needed a chance to breath.

The handle of that knife pressed into my palm, and I remembered seeing the reflection of the moon around the rusted parts of the metal, before my shaky arm was settled on the counter, and in one swift movement I stabbed it into my arm.

I remember my arm jolting back against the pain and I remember the knife clattering against the floor, my blood splattering across the horribly kept tile floors and I stood looking at it in my own drunken shock.

My heated blood pooled in my hand and the pain paralyzed me, but only for a second, before I limped to my bedroom, grabbed a bag of my things and opened my bedroom window, my trail of blood staining my path before I ran to my safety.

She shivered and jumped when she felt a hand on her arm, and she looked over with scared eyes to see Booth kneeling next to her with concern in his eyes.

"Just one of those days?" he asked tenderly, his hand cradling the arm that held a scar that brought forth in her the thickest of disappointment.

"You know, I never used to be rational Booth," she whispered, gasping when he peeled back her arm from her stomach, and he leaned forward, placing a kiss over the raised scar before straightening up to place a loving kiss to her temple, completely out of character for 'just partners', but too reassuring to actually raise an immediate threat.

Booth stood and he brought her from her seat, brushing his thumbs against her cheek gently. "I know," he whispered, smiling at her and holding her face lovingly in his palms.

"How did you know?" she asked, scared that she had accidently showed everyone, but being completely proven wrong when he unbuttoned her shirt and pushed the material over her shoulders, moving away her tank top to reveal a small scar hidden by the thick straps. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the damaged skin, before he revealed another scar over her heart, on her ribs, and on the side of her stomach; gentle kisses being pressed to each of them.

"Because Bones, I know everything about you, and I've been there myself."