A/N: I was feeling a little depressed one day, so instead of doing something I know I'd regret, I wrote this. Writing really helps!

#6-Welcome to Misery Population: Me-

She smiled as the sharp object brought the glistening red jewels to the surface, making tingles of pain blossom and spread throughout her nervous system. She used to always wonder about the appeal of such actions, but now…now she knew. The physical pain took the mind away from the emotional torrent raging inside her. Away from the harsh words spoken and hard glares received.

It was never physical abuse. No, that would be too easy. Too short-lasting of a blow. Only the verbal hits could ring in her head for days to come until a new, fresh onslaught pushed them aside. Wounds always fresh inside, never outside.

She sliced the metal across her wrist again, relishing in the power it gave her. With one stroke, all could be lost to oblivion, but she didn't want death. Only relief.

To be free from the bonds that held her and free from the tormenting voices was all she dreamed of.

The voices belonged to those around her. With names and faces she cared not to recall at the moment. They weren't fantasy, that again would be too easy, they were reality. Cruel reality that slapped itself again and again against her face that she was wrong.

Always in the wrong no matter what she did.

So why not do something completely wrong just to feel right again? She sliced the object she couldn't even be bothered to learn the name of. It was some sort of nail clipper or something, but it didn't matter. The point was that it had a point. A sharp point that could split the delicate skin.
How many had she sliced so far? She hadn't bothered to count and now that the blood began to gather, it would be impossible to tell until she cleaned up. Which she should probably do. It would be a disaster if someone came into her room right now. She rose from her seat, gathering the bloody pieces of cloth that she had placed under her arms to catch the blood from her sliced wrists. No, evidence of her actions would not do at all, if someone found out, she didn't know what would happen.

"Hey, Sam, I-" a male voice echoed from the direction of her locked window.

Darn! she thought to herself, I can't believe I forgot to activate the ghost shield! she whirled around to stare at the shocked face before her.

"Um. Hi, Danny." she trailed off sheepishly, hiding her arms behind her back. But it was too late, Danny had seen the damage done, and his eyes showed it. Determination had lit a fire in those green eyes, and he would use that flame to chase away the darkness in her mind. At least, she sincerely hoped so.

A/N: so what you think? I wrote this a looong time ago, just had the heart to finish and post recently. It's all angsty...made me feel better, I know that. I seem to be putting mostly sad stuff in here, wonder why...

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