With the razor sharp edge against my skin, I breathe deep and my heart pounds. I’m overcome by the darkness, Crying  my eyes out because of this pain, waiting for it too be over. My breathing gets faster  as I’m ready to slice, then out of nowhere  a little nudge of a wet nose touches my arm. It’s my faithful soul mate, begging me to stop and at the moment the light suddenly appears, letting me know that all will be alright.  I throw my razors far from sight