I walked out into the woods and I feel like I can get away from everyone. Finding the small lake that I discovered when I had been exploring, I sat down and took off my jacket...
Here I could be free...free to show my scars...free to cry,and to scream without anybody hearing me...
I took out my blade...and I struck it against my arm...Free.
Each time the blade struck my arms I cried. I yelled...and I begged to be forgiven.
Suddenly,I heard a Swooshing sound,and a boy stood before me...his face was covered by his hair and he was dressed all in black.
Startled I threw my jacket back on...
"You are not alone..." He said.
Then he was gone.
