Janet looked at the scars on her arm like they were nothing unusual.They looked like mere marks now and if you didn't look too closely you wouldn't notice them. But about four of them looked like they were still healing. "Wounds", people called them. Janet sighed knowing that a few more would be added tonight.

She picked the photo album off the table and sighed. The words "never give up" had been written on them by Janet herself. It was too bad she didn't believe in them anymore.

The pictures within it moved Janet to tears. Her wedding pictures, too bad Harry was always drunk now. One at her first job, which had ended before it began.

Her husband was the sole bread winner of the family, making money from his bakery which was slowly declining just like everything else in their lives. Realizing it was getting late, she was about to call Harry on her cellphone when she heard a knock on the door. She jumped, surprised but then promptly got up.

It was Harry and he was completely drunk. He staggered inside with glassy eyes, reeking of beer while Janet held him up so he wouldn't fall to the floor. She didn't leave his side till he was settled on the couch.

She was going to hurry off to the kitchen when she heard him whimper.

"I'm sorry, I failed you... I failed us"

She shook her head not even looking back. He was trying his very best everyday to earn money. She was the failure not him.

When she got to the kitchen sink she stopped and pulled out a blade from her pocket. This was the only thing that brought her peace.

She sunk the blade into her flesh, adding yet another scar.