Author's notes:

I thank my friends for giving me way too much knowlege about psycological problems.

The story is rated pg-13 due to suicide attempts.

Sara's problems are going to be revealed eventually, but not yet.

She felt betrayed. He had betrayed her; they had all betrayed her. She was tired of being betrayed, she only could think of one way to end the pain.

She was in her home; she had just gotten off of a very exhausting shift. Tears started to stream down her face, but she tried to stop them.

She went into her bedroom, the room where she had spent so much time with him. She could still imagine him there in her room. She pushed those images out of her mind though; she couldn't let anything distract her.

She was going to use a knife, she knew that the kitchen knives would be too brutal, they all had serrated edges. The decorative daggers that she had in her bedroom would be better; the edges were smooth, the cuts would be clean.

She had always had an odd fascination with knives; she chose one that she thought would work. It had a wooden handle carved with roses. She put it onto her bed.

Then she went around her house opening up her windows, allowing the warm spring air to permeate her house. She allowed the fresh air to caress her body, and gently push her hair around.

It wasn't the first time she had ever done this, but this time, she was determined to end it. She returned to her bedroom, and she picked up the dagger. She went back into her kitchen, where she got out a piece of paper and a pen. He had given her the paper; it was light pink with roses and butterflies on it. She wrote her suicide note on it with black ink.

Once she was finished, she went with her knife into her bedroom, where the clean up would be the cleanest. She sat down in her bathtub, and she unsheathed the dagger.

She held it to her wrist, where the scars from all her previous attempts were visible. She bit down on her lip hard; she couldn't loose her nerve, not now.

She cut, allowing the blood to drip onto her body. Then she did the same thing to her other wrist; the blood flowed freely from her veins. She cried. The dagger dropped down along side of her, as she lay there, allowing herself to die.

She heard the phone ring, and his voice come over the answering machine. Then she could hear knocking at her door, and his voice calling to her.

'It's too late,' she thought.

Then he was standing over her. She had lost too much blood to make any sense out of why he was there, but if she could have, she would have remembered that he had a key.

He was holding her wrists to stop the bleeding. Then he took a nearby towel and he wrapped it around them, so that he could call 911 on his phone.

"Sara," he gently whispered to her. "It'll be alright, everything will be alright."

She lost consciousness as she was being loaded into an ambulance. The last thing she remembered were the tears in his eyes.

'I hate him,' she thought.

To Be Continued...