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"A cut to break the vein."

~ Lilly ~

Lilly bit down on her lip, smiling when she felt the familiar drops of blood before looking down at her arm. Her hand shook slightly as she looked from the knife in her hand to her bleeding wrist.

She inhaled a deep breath, closing her eyes as the knife made contact with her pale and scarred skin once more. A slight moan of pain mixed with pleasure escaped her mouth as she felt the sharp blade pierce through her skin, her eyes opened when she felt blood drip onto her lap.

She shook her head, looking down at the newly acquired wound, her eyes filled with that burning passion as she longed to make even more. She knew she couldn't though, trying to push aside the thought as quickly as she could – she would never be satisfied.

One. More. Cut. She bites down on her lip at the thought, tasting the blood in her mouth before nodding; just one more. She makes it quickly, letting the knife slide to the floor as she lets her arm drop, her eyes fixated on the three fresh cuts she had just made.

Her eyes travel towards the scars, one for each moment of pain. And she nods, she almost laughs at the way Miley told her she doesn't seem scared of anything; and Lilly agreed, laughing it off, ignoring the voice in her head that told her she was lying.

No, you're better at lying; she tells herself. She runs her fingers through her hair, grabbing a bandage she had placed next to her a while before. Her hand shakes as she wraps it around her wrist – not really caring about infection – more pain; worth it, right? She looks around the small room she had managed to hide herself in, standing up for a second before closing her eyes, telling herself it was over, she wasn't allowed to cry.

She was good at covering up the truth, she was amazing at lying, she was talented when it came to pretending that everything was alright. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, brushing her hair back and straightening out her clothes before pulling down her long sleeves.

She thought about the three cuts from day, each of them symbolizing something different; one for that girl she saw Oliver with, the second for the look of disappointment in her mothers eyes that morning and the third for the pain she saw in her best friends eyes – and then it hit her; they're hurting to.

But then she thought; everyone has different ways of coping with the pain, and this was hers.