Your name is Violet and its your favorite time of day, nighttime. It's that time of day everyone is asleep and you're still up in your room. This is the time of day when you get to be yourself, where the mask you wear comes off. Pulling up the sleeves of your favorite black sweatshirt you reveal your cuts. No one knows about them besides you, and you'd like to keep it that way. Your parents have been divorced since you were 6 years old. Your mother is happily married while your father on the other hand isn't do so well in the relationship factor. Time and time again he's been through failed relationships which to you means another night crying. Crying for hours and once you believe everything is getting better, things just get worse. You look down at your arms only to look at the cuts that run down both of your arms.
