This songfic is dedicated to the reviewer named "Hi" because they requested I put this fic back up. :) Yes, this is an old one. I did not copy it off another story because that story had copied off mine, hence why I deleted most of my short stories. Anywhoo, onto other things…

DedicatedStalker101, Hi, LittleMissV, Fallspring99, NeonLovesYou, ForMorada, Jeremy Shane, Xxxx4evaSummerxxxx, What do you need me 4, Sshaw101, CourtsxBatFan, Jadiee, and JessyRae: Thanks for the reviews :) and the "congrats" on my pregnancy :) I'm already experiencing mood swings and cravings. I looked in the mirror and cried this morning because I was "getting fat" when I'm barely showing. Sad, I know.

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Surrender

Cat sat in her cute, childish room, shaking and rocking back and forth on her twin size bed. Her friends were on their way. They heard. She figured that her mother probably called one of them. Or one of them called her, since Cat had lost her phone a few days before. They were going to be angry, if they already weren't. They were going to yell and hate her. She tried to hide this devastating secret from them as much as she possibly could, but what happened the night before ruined all her hard work and effort.

BAM!

Cat winced as the door slammed open and she immediately curled up with a pillow in front of her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She screamed, covering her face with her hands out of nervousness and fear.

"You look at me, Cat Valentine!" Jade's vicious voice yelled out, coming closer and closer. Cat felt someone sit on her bed and two stronger hands rip hers away from her face. Cat forced herself to look Jade West in the eyes. Cat could see anger, yes, but also much worry. "Let me see!"

Cat whimpered as she slowly rolled up her sleeve, careful to not put too much pressure on her newest cut that almost took her life the night before. She sniffled her tears as Jade gently ran her fingers over the heavy bandaged spot about 3 inches above her hand. "I didn't mean to cut that deep, I swear." She whispered.

"Why are you cutting in the first place?" Andre's confused voice was heard.

Cat looked over Jade's shoulder and noticed for the first time that the rest of her friends were in the room, her bedroom door closed again. Tori came and sat down on the edge of her bed, opposite of Jade. Andre was gripping the other end of her bed frame. Robbie took a seat on her chair by her personal desk she had in the room. Beck leaned against the wall closest to her bed.

Cat sighed sadly and looked away from them down to the bandage that was surrounded by bruising from the stitches. She simple shrugged.

"Take off your sweater." Jade mumbled.

Cat silently did so, Tori reached over to help her. Once it was off, they saw her other arm was dark purple and blue from where the IV was injected in her other wrist. She still had her hospital band on as well. Both of her arms were covered in thin red slices, old and brand new as last night.

Tori began tearing up. "I never saw…the cuts…"

"That's why I took a costume class." Cat explained softly. "They taught me how to cover so much with stage make-up. That's what I've been using."

"Stage make-up." Beck grumbled. "Figures."

Cat bit her lip. "Can you guys leave?"

"Nope." Jade immediately answered. "This is an intervention and you're parents took your brother and left for a few hours so there would be no interruptions. We are going to sit here and we are going to discuss why the hell you've been cutting."

"Answer me this one question really quick." Robbie butt in. "Cat, did you try to kill yourself?"

Cat sighed deeply. "NO! How many times do I have to tell everyone? No! I was cutting like normal, but I accidently went too deep! I immediately went to my parents' room and woke them up, and they rushed me to the emergency room!"

"Your mother told us you hid the tool you used to cut yourself with somewhere before you went to their room." Andre said. "Where is it?"

Cat shook her head. "No."

"You won't tell us?" Beck asked in surprise. "Are you kidding me?"

"You better tell us where it is!" Jade snapped, making Cat flinch at the sudden outburst. "Don't you want to stop this?"

Cat looked to her in disbelief. "No, I don't."

"Excuse me?" Jade growled.

"I don't want to stop." Cat said slowly and seriously. "You guys would never understand."

"Cat, you're cutting yourself!" Beck yelled, standing before her. "You're ruining your beautiful skin! How could you LIKE doing that?" Cat stood from her bed and tried to leave the room, but Beck grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "No way! You're not leaving!"

Cat stomped her foot on her carpeted floor. "Get out! Leave me alone! You'll NEVER understand me!"

"Everyone stop yelling!" Robbie shouted, also standing from his spot. "Cat has a point. Cat, explain to us. Talk to us. Tell us why you enjoy cutting your arms."

Cat shook her head at his rudeness. "You guys are unbelievable." She said as she pushed Beck away and tried to walk out, but Andre rushed and jumped in front of the door. "Get out of my way!"

"No, no, I'm sorry, we're sorry." Andre said in desperation. "I'm sorry. You're right. What we just did was not right."

Cat sighed. "Don't gang up on me, guys. Five people against little me isn't fair."

"Let's all sit down and chill." Andre maneuvered Cat back to the bed. Jade moved back so she was leaning against the end bed frame and Tori was still in her same place. Cat sat in her old place, with her back against the bed frame, but Andre sat next to her. Beck went back to his spot leaning close to her bed, while Robbie moved the chair closer. "Alright, guys, let's talk about this. Calmly."

Cat held his hand. "I guess I should start from the beginning?" They nodded. "I was 14 years old when I accidently broke a piece of glass while washing dishes. I was so afraid my parents would yell at me because it was one of their expensive wine glasses. I felt the pain from the cut on my palm and it took the fear and frustration away almost immediately. I wasn't so scared of my parents' reactions suddenly. My parents did yell at me and get angry, but I stole one of the sharp pieces without them looking, took it to my room, and cut my palm again. See?"

She let everyone lean in and gets a better look at her right palm. They could vaguely see two deep lines that were old and faded.

"That was the first time I cut. It gave me something to fall back on every time I was afraid or stressed." Cat smiled a little. "It took those feelings away."

"It gave you control of your emotions." Jade added in and Cat nodded. "I see."

"It went on and on. Obviously I had to move on from a broken piece of glass since it eventually was dulled out." Cat explained. "I tried using a knife, but that didn't work because I was too scared I'd cut too deep. A pair of scissors didn't work either because it made too much of a mess."

"So what are you using?" Beck asked.

"A razor."

"A razor?" Tori questioned. "How?"

Cat rubbed her lips together before explaining. "I took one of my razors I shaved my legs with and spent almost an hour trying to get the blade separated from the holder. Finally I did. I have to break my razors once every month though when the one I currently use gets dull, but I've gotten a bit faster at it."

"Damn, Cat, it's like you have a strategy or something." Jade commented.

"It's not a strategy or a plan." Cat almost looked angry. "It's not a game, nor is it a "cry for attention." Like seriously, I HATE it when people say that to me! I don't want attention! I just want the pain of life to go away! I don't want you guys to know. I don't want anyone to look at me differently like you guys will from now on. I just wanted something all to myself. Now my secret is out and there's no point."

Andre shook his head in disbelief. "Cat, you…you don't need to do that anymore."

Cat wiped her tears away with the palm of her hand and scoffed. "Why's that?"

"You have me." Andre said softly. "You have me here. I'll be here for you. You can talk to me and cry to me instead of ruining your perfect skin."

"Same here." Tori added. "We're best friends. That's what we're here for."

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Cat shook her head. "It's not the same."

"Cat, we are begging you to stop cutting." Tori suddenly blurted out. "You accidently cut too deep last night and you had to be rushed to the hospital to get stitched up. Next time, it could be worse. You could lose MORE blood and not even make it in time. Cat, this could kill you."

"Has it ever crossed your mind about if you get dirty razor blade?" Jade asked. "Do you clean your blades after you're done?" Cat shook her head. "Didn't think so. Cat, that dirt and germs will continuously get inside your blood and veins, going to give you infections eventually. Some infections could be life-threatening."

"You don't want to keep doing this for the rest of your life, do you?" Robbie questioned and Cat shrugged. "You can't keep cutting until you're married, have kids, or something like that. You just can't. You may not think so now, and you may think cutting is helping you, but it's not. It's only going to bring you down and destroy everything you're working so hard for."

Cat looked to her wrists again, covered in bruises and cuts, along with her hospital bracelet that read "Valentine, Caterina" in her point of view. Did she really want this on her arms for the next 80 years of her life?

Cat finally looked up to see the gang still looking to her. She sighed in defeat. "I don't know how to stop though. You guys don't understand. You may not think so, but cutting is an addiction. I can't just quit overnight. I've been doing this for the past 3 years. It's a part of my daily routine. How can I just not do it? I surrendered to the blade. I gave it my life and my freedom. I cannot live without it."

"Well, here's what we're going to do…" Jade started. "I'm going to stay the night here on weeknights and drive us to school every day. One of us will be with you at all times at school. We'll do something together or with just one of us with you after school. Do homework, eat dinner, and all that jazz. Tori or I will be there in the bathroom while you shave your legs. There's a way to do that with your clothes on, trust me. Until you can trust yourself not to cut, we will be there every step of the way."

Cat nodded slowly after a minute. "Okay."

"Do you want to know the first step to recovery is?" Beck said suddenly. Cat looked ot him. "Give us the tool you cut with."

Cat bit her lip again.

"Give us the razor blade, Cat." Andre said.

Cat let out a heavy sigh as she removed herself from the bed and went over to Robbie, making him get off the chair and took the chair to her closed bedroom door. She stood on it and reached up, grabbing a shiny, silver object from the top of the door and Beck went over and quickly took the blade from her delicate hands. He saw the dry blood on it. Cat hopped down and sighed. "There, happy?" She mumbled.

Beck gave her a nod and smile. "Mmhmm."

"Everything's going to be okay now, Cat." Tori said, standing from the bed and giving Cat a firm hug. Cat looked over Tori's shoulder to her friends' encouraging, loving eyes. "You have us to lean on from this point forward."

Cat sighed. "Okay…okay."

A/N: Don't cut your skin, guys…it's not worth it. It took me from the age of 14 all the way to 19 years old (actually, I've cut a few times since then) to see what all I had done was make permanent scars on my arms that for some reason won't go away and those scars will always be there to haunt me. I get judged and questioned. The scars bring back horrid memories. I know my son will point to them and say "mommy, what's this?" which I dread the day.

Like I said…it's just not worth it. Don't surrender to the blade.