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Reflection.

A girl hears his words and a little bit of her breaks inside. "I thought you were too strong to do something like that or well it appeared that you were too strong.". She feels tears start to fill her eyes. But she promises not to let them fall. She knows he's right. And that's what hurts. She's weak by anyone's standards. And she knows it. She can't bear to tell him she did it again. How could she explain the war going on inside? How could anyone even understand? But then she realizes something. People who want to understand. Her best friend understood. She didn't approve, but she understood. But yet, the girl still lost the battle? Then she remembers. She remembers the nights in between, the nights she cried just the same, the nights she didn't cut. She remembers doing anything she could to distract herself from the scissors that lay just outside her door. She remembered taking a shower just to distract herself. She remembers thinking about the boy she promised never to care about and her parents and her best friend. And all the people that love her. They kept her from hurting herself. She's won more battles than she's lost. She promises this is the end of the war. She won. Period.

Then a different thought hits her.Why aren't they enough? Why is she still lonely? Why does she need more? Why isn't she satisfied? She has people that love her. Why aren't they enough? These questions haunt her.

 

Reviews

[The old me]

very good piece of writing. is this the end?