I will recover.

Okay.

I gave into it. I was crying and I kept going. Thoughts of me hurting everyone came to my mind and I felt like a monster. What have I become? A monster and I pretty scary one at that. in the scariest corners of my mind lye the shadows that want me dead and they were cornering me in. My leg felt like it was on fire. So I decided to shower to make it burn worse. While I was in the shower I remembered that I had another double date with Danny at the beach tomorrow; I had promised not to cancel. Maybe I can get away with reading a book in appropriate length shorts. After I showered I bandaged up my leg and went to sleep. The next morning I woke up with a smiling Shelby in top of me, and I suddenly felt thankful for the pants I was wearing. So we got ready for the beach and met the boys there. I decided that swimming in my shorts would be okay as long as no one bumped into my leg. Sure enough Danny had thrown me in already. I instantly felt happy, just by his touch. The day played on like that. then the sun started setting and Paul and Shelby had left to do their own thing while me and Danny played in the sand.
"Are you alright? You seem kinda distant." Danny asked. I started crying. "Tell me." He demanded.
So I told him what had happened after he dropped me off last night. And by then it was dark out and we left for home. We all decided to stay the night at my place. Danny ran in my room grabbed my blades, all of them, and dragged me into the bathroom and we flushed them down the toilet. I smiled, I felt like part of me was gone. The part of me I hated. I felt safe with Danny. And almost as if he read my mind he said: "You'll always be safe with me."