A/N All good things must come to a close. This is the last chapter, but I will write more stories and maybe a sequel but I think I'm leaving it like this. More info at the end, be sure to read the authors note.

It was that kind of weather where you could wear a tee shirt and be cold, but as soon as you slipped on that snug sweatshirt you were hot, it was like your body couldn't make up its mind, but it was nice weather all the same. The sun shone down on everyone, kids ran through the streets, the flowers were growing, and with every step, every painful step Sara took she felt like the world was just crashing down around her shattering in a million pieces of sharp glass, she wanted to pick up that blade again and cut till the crimson blood poured from her arms, she wanted to sink down into the lonely darkness where she was safe again.

She would constantly stare at her healing arms for hours, transfixed by the large scars that she had left, like little memories etched into her skin. She walked along, staring at the pebbles at her feet, kicking them every once and a while. She wore one of her old worn out sweatshirts and she kept her hands in the front pocket. A few people who were also casually walking would smile and wave but Sara would look away.

How could these people smile while my world is falling apart? How can the flowers still grow, the sun still shine? How can the world go on when I want it to stop? How can it still spin? How can people love, laugh, feel? I told him, I told him I could get through this I did, but I can't, I can't. I want it to stop I want everything to stop.

I feel something hit against my leg, softly, when I look I notice a soccer ball, along with the soccer ball comes running a small kid, about six, he has dark brown hair and huge brown eyes, "Excuse me miss," He says in a squeaky voice, "Would you mind getting that for me?" he smiles, his smile is so wide that I can see several gaps in his teeth, he recently lost them. I stare at him blankly, "Miss?" He asks and his smile fades slightly.


"Stop it!" I scream backing away, the kid looks frightened, but I am more frightened, terror is running through me, I can't face this I can't, "Get away! Stop it, stop!" I start to run and my sandals slip off, I am running in my bare feet and the sidewalk scrapes them painfully. People are staring, I can feel their eyes on me, and I scream my voice is breaking through everything, peoples conversations, the birds chirping everything, I scream so loud that my head feels light and I drop to my knees, warm tears are sliding down my face, stinging my eyes. I close them and cry softly, "I can't, I can't." I feel as if the world is really crashing down around me and no one can help, no one can help me, they all stare.

My eyes snap open and I sit straight up, I realize I'm screaming and I shut my mouth, it was a dream, just a dream. My hair along with the rest of my body is covered in an icy cold sweat and makes a shiver run up my spine. I hear Greg calling my name and I turn, Greg is sitting next to me, and I start to cry, I feel his arms wrap around me holding me tight, I hear his voice whisper in my ears, "It's okay, it's just a dream."

When I first met Greg I thought he was just a kid, a smart, great DNA tech, but a kid, he wore band tee-shirts, listened to Marilyn Manson, and had the spiky hair to complete his style. And never in the six years had I known him, had I never known he could be so sweet, not until after this. This brings to mind, "Everything happens for a reason." Maybe I was supposed to get to know Greg better, to become better friends, or even more.

"I know Greg." I say in a whisper hardly audible, "But it felt so real."

"We can get through this Sara together."

He's right, I can, I have too.

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

The first time Sara was out of the house after being in the hospital Greg had taken her to a small diner where they both got a steaming up of coffee. The fragrance of the caffeinated beverage was enough alone to make Sara better. They sat sipping, chatting. Sara had taken a week for a sick leave from work. Of course Grissom had to know what happened to her and when he found out he advised her to start up with her P.E.A.P. consoling again. Grissom didn't say much, he didn't know what to say, and Sara couldn't blame him.

But little by little her life was being put back together, "So…" Greg said a smirk plastered on his face.

"What?" Sara said raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing." Greg said and looked out the window still smiling.

"Greg?" Sara asked curiously.

"I said nothing!" Greg said now grinning.

"Common." Sara said getting annoyed, she had come all the way out here to talk to him and he wasn't even talking. Greg has said to go out and talk, 'to get rid of all the emotion that was building up in her head'. He was right though, going out and talking, she was feeling better, if not feeling happy.

"I was just wondering who you liked."

"Like…"

"Oh you know! A crush." Greg said taking the perfect opportunity to cheer Sara up, and find out the truth at the same time.

"Greg stop acting like an 8th grader." Sara said laughing she felt her spirits rising a little bit, butterflies in her stomach, she did like Greg, she even had slept with him, although not in a romantic way. Her hands began to sweat, her nervous laughter…

"It's a perfectly reasonable question Sara." Greg pointed out, as he reached for his mug and taking his last sip.

"I'm not telling you unless you tell me first." Sara said putting up a fight.

"What? That's not fair."

"It is too."

"Common Sar—"

"No Gregory Sanders." Sara said seriously but threw a sugar packet at him.

"Okay fine, but I thought I told you before." Greg said, then taking her hand and in a whisper continued, "I like you Sara Sidle. Now did it work?"

A smile curled at Sara's lips, "Did what work?"

"Do you feel better?"

"Of course I do." Sara said squeezing his hand.

"Now you tell me who you like." Greg said he brushed his hand through her hair.

"Not a chance," Sara joked, Greg's smile faded and he raised an eyebrow, "I'm not telling you who I like." She leaned forward, catching his lips on hers, from right there, that second, from that warm, innocent kiss she knew she was going to be okay.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
You've gone away, you don't feel me, anymore
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

The funny thing about being broken, cutting yourself until you bleed, wishing that you were dead and that the world would end, is that you think it can't get any worse. But what's worse is if you do kill yourself, when you do your gone forever there's no second chance, your not coming back. You'll never smile, you'll never laugh you'll never feel any emotion the bad and the good. It's over from the moment the cold blade slices through your skin.

Be grateful for what you have, it could be a lot worse.Tthe hardest thing in this world is living in it, if you pull it off it just shows how strong you are. If you know someone who cuts themself of feels depressed please talk to them, help them in anyway possible,the fact that they will have a friend or a person that cares might make a huge difference. If no one is there for them then they could be the next person who dies the next friend you lose.

And because this story is influenced by the song Let It Bleed I thought I would post the lyrics.

Let it Bleed

By The Used

This poison's my intoxication
I broke the needle off in my skin
picked the scabs and picked the bleeding
and assumed that it was all in vain
A positive scab that's never healing
Calloused hit me in the face
A burning bridge that's so misleading
Poison's more potent now with the flame

Let it bleed
Take the red for what it's worth woah
Watch the fire
Fill your lungs with smoke for the last time
If you feel like dying you might wanna sing

The fire department couldn't drown the city
They didn't even try to wash it clean
And what did you think that I was sober?
Put me out cause I'm on fucking fire
A positive scab that's never healing
Regret that I kept this clean
The most that I can do for you is keep on lying
It's not a lie if you can let it sing

Let it bleed
Take the red for what it's worth woah
Watch the fire
Fill your lungs with smoke for the last time
If you feel like dying you might wanna sing!

Ohoh you might wanna sing
Ahaha you might wanna sing
Hahah you might wanna sing
Hahahaha sing!
You might wanna sing!
You might wanna sing!
You might wanna sing or scream at...

This poison's my intoxication
I broke the needle off in my skin
Picked the scabs and picked the bleeding
yeah assumed that it was all in vain

Let it bleed
Take the red for what it's worth, woah
Watch the fire
Mamma fill your lungs with smoke for the last time
If you feel like dying
If you feel like dying
If you feel like dying, You might wanna sing
Hahaha You might wanna sing
Haha You might wanna sing
Ha you might wanna sing or scream at...

A/N Sorry if the ending isn't what you expected, but I had to get that thing about 'if you have a friend who cuts.' Because I think that is extremely important and that's one of the reasons I wrote this fanfic. I really hope you enjoyed the story as much as I liked writing it even though sometimes it gave me head aches.

Again I'd like to say I don't own any of the songs I posted like Broken by Seether and Amy Lee.

Thank you again for reviewing and sticking with me 3