[ Then, she would have her sweet suicide.] Kari walked towards her house. She had decided to live alone. She was 18. She didn't have to do anything her father wanted her to. Besides, she couldn't do the things that she did with her family. Kari approached her front door. She put in her key and unlocked it. Kari dropped her bookbag on the floor. She closed and locked her door. She sighed. Then, walked back into her bedroom. On her desk was a small bag. Kari grabbed the bag and walked into her bathroom. She opened it. Inside was a blade. It was stained from previous uses. Kari sighed and held the blade in her hand. She looked at her bare arms. There was no scars on them. "Soon, I will be forced to move to you," she said to them. Kari took off her shoes and socks. Then, she carefully pulled off her pants. Thousands of scars lined her legs. Several words were bounded all over. The largest was one she cut into everyday. It was the first she cut. Kari sat down on the toilet. She took the blade to the deep, dark scar. Tears poured out of her eyes as she dragged the blade accross her skin. She began to form the already formed letters. First was B. Then L. E. E. Then lastly, D. She pushed farther into her skin for this one. BLEED. That's what she had to do to remove the pain. She had to bleed. Kari turned her attention to her other leg. She had a few more areas not scared by her cutting. She held the blade to her leg. She pushed in. The blinding pain hit her. She cried out, but dragged the blade accross her skin. It burned like fire. Kari grabbed a bloody towel and pressed it against the wound. Her leg felt like it was on fire. Kari bit her lip and held back tears. She looked at her other leg that had BLEED on it. She pressed the towel on it. She felt nothing. This leg was numb. Numb forever. Kari's attention turned to the door. Someone was knocking on it. Kari put pressure on the wound one more time before running into her bedroom. She grabbed a pair of sweatpants and put them on. She closed the bathroom door and locked it. Kari opened the door. Evan stood there. He looked at her. "Hi," he whispered. "Hey." "Can I come in?" he asked. Kari nodded and let him past her. She closed the door. Evan stood in the middle of her living room. He was looking at her. Kari walked into the kitchen. "Why are you here?" she asked, trying not to sound bitchy. "I got kicked out. I just got tired of listening to my mom's shit." "And you came here?" "Yeah, I was hoping that I could crash here a few days until I find a place of my own." "It's fine with me," Kari said. "Really?" Kari smiled. "You are one of my best friends, Evan. Of course you can." "Thanks." "Do you want something to drink?" "No, but I need to use your bathroom," he said taking off his coat. "My bathroom?" "Yeah." Kari walked past him. "Give me a sec. I need to clean it up." "Why?" "Dirty clothes," she lied. The bathroom was pretty clean. That was except the blood on her floor and the bloody towel. Kari grabbed the towel and began to clean up the blood. She could hear Evan outside the door. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Just go into the living room for a sec." "Alright," he replied. Kari opened the door and put the towel in her room. She placed it in the closet. Then, she went back in her bathroom to pick up her jeans. She noticed the blade. 'I almost forgot you. That would have been bad,' she thought grabbing it. She placed the blade back in its bag and placed it in the closet with the towel. She tossed her pants in the dirty close basket. Evan appeared at her doorway. He looked at her leg. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, why?" she asked. "You're leg is bleeding." Kari's heart sped up. She looked down at her pants. Sure enough, blood was staining her pants. Evan came closer. "Here, let me look at it." "No, I'll take care of it. Just go to the bathroom," she said pushing him out of her room. Evan looked at her. "Kari, are you cutting yourself?" "Why would you think that?" she asked. "Because, you are freaking out." "I must have scratched my leg accross something. I'm fine," she replied closing her door and locking it. She sighed. 'That was too close,' she thought. Kari went to grab her towel and pressed it on her cuts. BLEED was still bleeding. Her new cuts had stopped when they did. She was thankful for that. Now, she had to be careful when she cut. If Evan knew, she didn't know what she could do. ------ Don't worry. I do not cut. I wouldn't do that to myself. No matter how much I want to... Help me find my sweet suicide...Kari