You see, M has played with death for a very long time. In a years sense, 5-present, so roughly 11 years she's been doing it.
  Her first attempt was when she was five and her 'loving' mom left her. She jumped off the top branch of the tallest tree in her yard and hit the concrete pad beneath it. Cuts (future scars), scraps, and bruises were all she received. But she was ready to die when she jumped; so young and willing to die for no reason.
  She didn't do it again for at least a year, but by then she truly learned what the term suicide was. That's when she tested cutting. She made six tiny cuts on her left wrist, barely deep enough to draw blood. She felt off when she cut herself and she hated the sting that was left behind as the blade moved across her wrist. She never did that again.  Instead, M went to suffocation. Choking, and strangling herself to near points of passing out.