I think of suicide as an excuse for loss of hope. I think that no one should use suicide as a way to die. Because not only do you die but parts of the ones who love you die as well. I have thought about suicide before but I threw those thoughts away hopefully you can. See I understand how hard life is and I realize how much most of us just want to give up, but I never give up on anything. I always keep going no matter what. I would love to share more about me but I'm sure you want to keep reading. Just remember I'm always here to listen. Please R+R if you want. Please make sure when you die your coffin does not have a Yellow Ribbon on it.

Save Me

By MoshiMoshiQueen

~Thoughts~

"Talking"

(Me Talking)

^Dream^

Syaoran's POV

I watched her look me deeply in my eyes, "Could you help me? Save me?"

I nodded, "I can save you Sakura. I can save you."

She placed her hand on my scars and looked up at me, "You understand don't you."

I could only nod not wanting to speak but I managed to chock out, "I can more than understand. I was a cutter."

She looked sadly at me, "Does it really look like that?"

"Looks different n e?"

She nodded, "I never really looked at the scars they were invisible. They never seemed like this."

"Seemed like what?"

"Seemed so painful."

"It is painful." She pulled her hand away but I grabbed it and put it back on the scar, "But not when you touch it, because you understand."

Sakura sat across from him at the table trying to have enough strength to feed her self but her arm felt weak and useless. I saw her struggling and I picked up the spoon and feed her, "I feel so useless."

"It will pass soon, because you're not useless Sakura you're very strong you just have to realize it."

She looked up to me and I knew she wanted to smile but her mouth was so use to frowning that it forgot how to smile, "Don't worry it will come back in time."

"Tomoyo yelled at me because I wouldn't smile like I use too. She did not understand what I went threw."

"She was trying." I said putting down the spoon.

"I know but…" she stopped.

"I understand, I went threw the same thing every words of my friends seemed to anger me. They were trying to help but I did not want it."

"Why did you start cutting?"

I looked out the window, "I… I… my father he was the only one who understood me. But then he died and left me alone. Well that is how it seemed. I felt alone but really I was surrounded by many people who could be there for me but my mind made me think I was alone. I started to cut and my friends and family tried to make me stop but it just made me want to cut more. I finally looked into the mirror one day and saw what I became and slowly began to recover but only because I wanted to, not because someone was making me. I started making my grades go higher and did sports to keep me busy. I surrounded my self with people and slowly I began to forget the razor. It took a year to finally stop but I did it and I never looked back to the razor since."

I saw her looked at me and I turned back to her not realizing that tears were falling down my cheeks. She reached up and brushed the tears off.

"If any one understands it is me." I saw her look down at her wounded arms bandaged up.

She started to unwrap them but I grabbed her hand, "are you sure that you want to do this?"

She nodded so I let go and watched her unwrap the bandages. It reminded me off a person who was taken off the bandages that were wrapped around his burnt head, he had gotten caught in a fire and it burned most of his body. But this person was stronger than Sakura, he had hope and when he saw his melted face he smiled but Sakura what would she do? Would she start to cut?

She finally removed the last bandage and she looked down at her wounded arm and I saw the tears building up in her eyes. She finally saw what she was doing to her self; her mind was finally making her see the truth.

But she surprised me by taking my hand and putting it on her scarred arm. "Can you put warmth in me like I did you?"

I smiled and ran my arm of the wounds gently I saw her cringe at some touches but then I saw a sparkle in her dull green eyes, like I was changing her life.

"Sakura?"

"Hai?"

"Do you want to stay with me?"

She nodded weakly, "You should get some rest."

"Will you stay with me? Please." She said giving me a puppy face.

I laughed, "I saw that face before. Every time you did it I fell for it."

"Is it working?"

"Hai it is working like it always does."

Sakura cuddled up in the blankets. She looked so cute and I didn't even notice her scars. It was like they disappeared. Her eyes began to turn the wonderful shade of green that they use to be. I got under the covers next to her and she asked, "How did I meet you?"

"We met at school. You bumped into me when you were skating towards school, you were late like you always were."

"Tell me more. I want to know every thing. When I started cutting I forgot about the good moments."

"You showed me to my class room, since I was an exchange student I did not know my way around. I have moved away from my family because they were always checking up on me making sure I did not have a razor in my hand. I had stopped cutting for two months and they were over protective. I have to admit sometimes I wanted to got back to the razor when I was depressed or down but you were always there some how you knew I needed a good smile."

"I was there for you?"

"Hai, all the time but you did not know it. When I was down you would talk to me putting on your famous smile and your eyes would sparkle this deep bright emerald. You made everyone welcomed or better. That was just who you were."

I saw her frown, "I watched you change from day to day after your father and brother got hit by that car. You're smile turned to a frown and your eyes turned dull. It was like you were hanging on to life. Tomoyo was really worried I could tell. She talked to me about it and I knew the semitones for a cutter because I was one. She was having a breakdown; I even caught her trying to jump the other day. I sent her to England to see my friend. He can help her, I know he can. She told me to watch over you."

I watched her hold her head down, "I was the one who was that bad friend not her. How could I have been such a fool? I almost made my best friend kill her self. I am so selfish."

I held her tightly, "Sakura you're not selfish you just got lost but you have found you're way back. I will help you get threw this Sakura."

I let her take all her cry on my shoulder and let all her emotions out. I wouldn't tell her to shh or to calm down because she needed to let it al out, all the pain, all the sorrow and all her troubles.

I know I hated it when people don't me shh or calm down you're over reacting. I wish I had someone like me when I was a cutter maybe it would have made it easier. Maybe I would have never started.

Sakura cried on my shoulder for thirty minutes but I didn't mind. I really did miss her smile and those eyes. They made me stay on track and keep my self-alive. Cutting only caused more problems and never took away my pain because my family and friends made me feel more pain because I was hurting them. Sakura realized that and just like me I started to cry, letting all my feelings come out. I'm glad that she has a friend and that I did. I hope he can help Tomoyo heal.

I touched her scars making her stop crying and feel more relaxed, it might have hurt for most people but to use it was like a healing feeling. Like warmth and happiness were coming threw the broken skin. Like a light breaking threw the darkness.

She laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes, "Don't leave please."

I smiled and kept my hand on her wounded arm, "I would never leave you Sakura."

The end of this chapter!! Sorry it was kind of short! I just thought it was a good place to end it at. Did you? How do you like it so far? Do you like it? Please R+R!!!