Disclaimer: I (Ashleigh) do not own Narnia. If I did I would be there not here writing about it. And I couldn't write about it and post it here because Narnia does not have internet. (Although it would be fun if it did there are some people I would love to talk too.)

Cor grimaced as he pulled the knife across his wrist, watching the blood slowly ease out. He heard the bushes rustle and looked nervously around. Ever since he had come to Archenland he had been under nearly constant surveillance, which made it extremely hard to get away when he needed to, as he did for this. Even though he didn't want to do it, he felt like it was the only thing he could do. He had to handle this himself. He could not let anyone know how bad things had been for him and how much of a toll it had taken on him. He had to keep everyone from knowing.

As he quickly pulled his sleeve down and walked nonchalantly back inside the castle, he pushed aside thoughts of what his father and Corin would do if they found out that this was how he had been handling things. He had to keep them from knowing. It would upset them terribly. He knew that he should not do it. What reason did he have anymore. Before, when he was pretty much a slave, it was understandable, but now he was royalty. Royalty wasn't supposed to cut. Yet how many times, had he slipped away from this meeting or that function to cut himself. At night he tossed and turned with nightmares of being hit by that man again. But even when his father, or his twin brother Corin woke him up, there were still nights that it felt so real. Maybe that was because it had been real at one point. He hated doing it, and he knew how badly it would upset his father and his brother if they found out.

The fifteen year old shook his head, and pulled himself out of his reverie. There was no reason to think about what would happen if they found out, because they wouldn't find out. How could they? He never did it in public. He wondered what he would do about covering his arms when summer came, but again he shook himself. He could surely be able to stop by then. Couldn't he?

Never mind, he would deal with that when it came. Right now it was the middle of winter. He was finally able to do pretty much what he wanted, aside from his lessons, and he had an entire kingdom to explore. Kingdom? What was he thinking? It wasn't his kingdom. What had he done to earn it? Maybe that man had been right. Maybe all he was good for was... "No," he exclaimed to himself. "No," he said this time a little more quietly. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind. No one was worthless, no matter what he had been told.

Later that day, Cor sat with his brother, Corin, in the garden. After being out there for a few moments Corin jumped up and started to climb up a tree. About half way up, he looked down and asked, "Cor, aren't you coming up?"

Cor shook his head. He was worried about his arm getting knocked. It was pretty sore already, and if it were to get knocked around to much one of the cuts might open up, and then what would he do? He hated living like this. It had to stop soon. "I don't think so."

"Why not, Cor? You liked it when we were first back here. Don't you like it anymore?"

"Yeah, I just... I...,"

"Cor," Corin started climbing down here. "What's wrong. I know something is the matter. Why won't you tell me? Don't you trust me? Cor, please..." Corin was down now, as his voice trailed off.

"Corin, it isn't that I don't trust you,"

Corin cut him off. "Then what is it? I know something is wrong. Don't lie to me. You might not have been here that long, but I know you. Please Cor, you can trust me. If you don't want me to tell then I won't."

"Soon, Cor, but not yet. I am just not ready. Okay?"

"Okay, but please do tell me soon. I really want to be able to help you." Corin smiled at his brother. He was worried about him. He had not been acting normal lately.

"Okay. On second thought maybe it would be fun to climb trees." Cor smiled. He would just have to be careful of his arm and hope that none of the cuts opened. The last thing he wanted was to have to tell before he quit. Besides, how would people react, if they found out that the crown prince of Archenland cut himself on purpose because he could not deal with things in a normal way? Just the thought of it scared him.

A/N: So what did you think? I know that I may not make people happy with this one, but my goal is to help people who struggle with this, or other addictions by writing this. I am writing this for everyone, but that is my goal in writing this. Please review and let me know what you thought. I will try to update as soon as possible, at least weekly, but I am really busy, so please know that I am doing my best.

A/N 2: Please feel free to PM me if there is anything I can do to help you. I am open to talk, or whatever you need, and I will do my best to help you. Don't be afraid to talk to me if you are struggling with things. I have messed up too, but you know what? God is a forgiving God and no matter how much or how many times we mess up, if we come back to Him and ask His forgiveness, He WILL forgive us. Again, if there is anything I can do, please let me know. And whoever you are, please know that I am praying for you.

God Bless You,
Ashleigh