WARNING----MAY BE TRIGGERING!!! PLEASE DON'T READ IF THAT WILL BE A CASE WITH YOU! And remember I love you all!! Please don't self-harm!!! Talk to someone who can help you, please!!!

--Shehry's POV---

Razor? Did she say razor?

"Let's go,"I said.

The other two guys had class and there was an exam today so they couldn't go.

Me, her and Hussain left to her house.

We got stuck with every red light on the way!!

I swear she better not do anything stupid.

"Aryesha, did she say anything to you before class?" I questioned.

"Something about Sameera spiking her drink,"she said.

Sameera you are so dead!

We got to her house and waited for someone to open the door.

"Hi, can help you?" A guy asked.

It was her father. I remember him from the pictures and she told me.

"We came to see Tasha. She left early and we are really worried about her,"I said.

"Come on in,"he said.

"May I see her?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Upstairs, second room to the right,"he said.

He didn't have to tell me. She gave me a tour of the house.

The other two were dragged into conversation. I walked inside but she wasn't in there. Her room was also a master bedroom so I tried the rest room.

I knocked but no answer. I walked inside and noticed all the blood then here.

I yanked the razor out of her hand.

"Tum?!" She questioned suprised.

----Tasha's POV----

A/N--Trigger warning is in this POV!!

Adopted? Drunk? What am I good at any ways! Nothing! Everyone hates me! They're all just using me!

Looks like I have to draw again. I found my razor. I hadn't cut myself since ninth grade. I stopped then. After being seven years clean it's time to relapse. I took my razor and cut my self.

One cut for each thing I'm bad at. Being used, not being pretty, adopted, and the list goes on.

Soon blood was gushing out of me, like water from a waterfall.

The metal being ran against my skin made me feel better. Everything was my fault. I deserve to be punished.

I was going to keep going til someone took out of my hands.

"TUM?!"I asked shocked.

----Shehry's POV---

"What the heck is this?" I questioned.

"I deserve it!" She said.

"Get up,"I said.

"Shehry.."she said but I interrupted her.

"Please, get up,"I said and she did.

The blood wouldn't stop.

"Where is your first aid kit?" I asked.

"I don't know,"she said.

I'm sure she's lying.

"Please tell me. You'll bleed out,"I said.

"Good. Everyone hates me anywats,"she said.

"We will talk about that later. I'm going to ask someone where it is,"I said.

"No! It's in my room. In the second cabinet of my drawer,"she said and I ran to get it.

I came back and was bandaging her arm when she pulled it back.

I looked at her confused.

"What are you doing?" I questioned.

"I'm not going to let you win,"she said.

"Win?" I questioned.

"I know your pretending to care so I can fall for you and you can win,"she said.

"Pagal toh ni ho tum?" I questioned.

How can she say that? I would never do something like that.

"Then why are you doing it?" She asked.

"Because I care about you,"I said.

"Nobody gives a damn about me,"she said.

"That's where you are wrong. So many people do,"I said.

"Ever since the party. Nobody likes me, the real me. Everyone wants to be with the pretty Tasha not the simple one,"she said.

I had managed to finish bandaging her arm while she was talking.

"Are you sure everyone likes the new Tasha?" I questioned.

"Maybe Sameera doesn't,"she doesn't.

"Some people would prefer the old Tasha. The simple, innocent girl. The one who always knows there's a good side to people no matter how bad their attitude is,"I said.

"I doubt anyone misses her,"she said.

I was getting late, so I gave her a hug.

"I will and yes, I said will see you at school tomorrow,"I said.

We all left.

That night I called her to see how she was doing. Hussain had heard and asked who it was and what was going on.

I told him.

"I really hate Sameera!" He said.

"Me too bro, me too,"I said.