((graphic warning))







Sarah was sitting on the beach, the sand glowing underneath the full moon.

A million things were going through her mind tonight. Old days, things that have happened in the last few months, and the people she had grown to love just in the past few weeks.

But the things that hurt her came rushing back all at once tonight, and she didnt know how to feel.

She rocked herself back forth, her right hand holding the razer blade. She stretched out her left leg, working up the courage.

Finally she drug the blade across her thigh, wincing as the blood flowed heavily down her leg.

She cried out into the night, why was she doing this to herself again? But the imagies again came back to her, and this time she cut deeper into her thigh, until the blood was a deep color instead of the bright red it turned when only the surface was cut.

This time the blood came out thick, and pooled beneath her leg quickly. She dropped the razer, and put her hands into her own blood, tears rolling down her cheeks. She held up her hands in the moon light, the blood glistening against in it.

She ran her bloody fingers down her face, leaving marks behind. She began to rock herself again, staying in this spot until morning would come.