She sat in her room, thinking about all that had been said. Was it true? Did she really not care? Because of her friend, she felt that the insults may be right. Maybe she was cold hearted. Maybe she was a horrible friend.

Her room darkened as the sun sank towards the horizon. Strips of fading orange light was shining on the oppoiste wall from her, created by the shades. A tear fell down her face as she thought of how she used to deal with the pain.

The room was almost completely dark. The illuminous numbers from the clock and radio provided a fraction of light. She stared at it, as it lay there before her. She knew it was there, though she couldn't see it. She felt that she needed it; her mind screamed that she didn't.

She was losing a friend, and she felt it her fault. Haltingly, she picked it up. Its cool, smooth surface chilled her skin. She knew how to hold it by instinct.

She smiled in relief as her pain was etched upon her skin.

A/N: sad, depressing, and morbid...but, it just came to me in the middle of class...

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