• You look at her begging her not to do it. She sits there holding a knife against her wrist. You start to cry, you no longer what her to purposly hurt herself. She looks up at you with eyes of a lost, scared child. She slits her wrist, blood oozing out of her wound. You cry even more, scared that she might start doing worse things then that to herself. She is your best friend and you care for her deeply, you promised her you wouldn't tell anyone that she does this, but sometimes you need to tell these things to keep a friend saff, even though you risk losing them forever. She looks up at you and mouthed 'I'm sorry' you walked away, not wanting to see this.