as she starts to feel the depression coming on stronger, she picks up the sharp, glimmering blade. she touches it to her skin, applies slight pressure, and pulled the blade in slow motion. she feels the warm, pain filled rush swim through the veins. the blood starts to bead at the newly opened wound then, she laughs- a quiet, kind of hysterical sound- as the tears roll down her cheeks and the beads of blood become larger and slowly run down her arm. "just one more" she tells herself.she ends up with 3, maybe 4 slashes across her wrist. nobody knows about her problem, so she wipes her arm clean until the blood stops. then, she puts on a bracelet or two to cover up the newly formed markings. when she's gathered up her feelings, she continues on with her day like nothing happened. "no one will ever know" she says to herself.