I sit beside the old oak tree. Blade in hand about to make the slice that will release my pain if only for a few.
But then a hand rests upon mine Freezing me to the spot.
"why do you cut?" The owner of the hand says. I look up to see a beautiful young girl Probably no older then me.
"If you have to ask Then you clearly wouldn't understand." I say shaking her hand away.
The girl gives me a sad smile, Lifts up her arm, pulls back her sleeve, revealing the skin underneath.
I just gasp and stare.
Criss crossing scars some old some new no inch of skin spared.
"I understand perfectly" She says
"You want to stop the pain, that's killing you inside you want the sadness to go away."
I just stare at her unblinking not knowing what to say.
She sits down beside me, leans against the tree, lifts her face to the sky and smiles that hauntingly sad smile.
"I'm not as bad as you No Offense I only do it every now and again When the pain becomes to much I finally say, Wanting nothing more then to get away.
"I use to do that too Just here and there." She turns to me eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
"But then the pain gets worse and worse And few cuts here becomes to much To the point where it becomes your crutch
"Please don't do it Please Stop"
I stand up I'd had enough "Why should I listen to you? You clearly haven't stopped!"
she sighs and in that sigh I heard her pain I heard her struggle.
"Just remember you have people who love you They would do anything for you Anything to help you Lean on them They will be your strength When you feel like you have none left"
And with those parting words I awoke from my sleep. It had all been a dream.
Throughout that day I couldn't stop seeing Her eyes Her smile Hear her sigh The heartbreaking pain was clear in every one.
Later that night as I sat back to watch TV My mom and dad doing their own thing My father got out his newspaper
"Such a sad story A young girl committed suicide last night slit her wrists Her little brother found her in the bathtub She was already dead when the ambulance came"
My Blood went cold My breath stuttering in my chest I rushed over to him snatching the paper out of his hands.
And there she was The girl from my dreams Smiling up at me
I guess she was trying to save me from her untimely fate.