the difference

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I walked into the house and threw my backpack down, rushing to the kitchen.I grabbed the blade and went up to my room, sliding it over my wrist slowly,letting the blood drip on my jeans, I washed up and put it back just in time to see my mom staring at my wrist intently with tears in her eyes."We have to go,your gonna be late for your therapy." she said softly and I followed her quietly into the car.

*And the tears stream down your face. . When you lose something you can't replace..* I sang along to the music,that made me think of Ryan.He always said he'd think of that song as our song if something ever happened to me.But nowadays, it's the different way around.

"Hi Mandy. . " I greeted my therapist and took a seat.

"So I see you've been hurting yourself again." she cut me off. .

Kayleigh: http://api.ning.com/files/UwM3PST6NHASA1FEN7UmPyrhe7-div8lFBDNhERstVHzVZ-EOjUMVQwhDKQrOcTQ6iYtNXM0FUwo5s98Tc3p3ULlGt-rnm9K/latin_Pretty_Girl5.jpg

Kayleigh's wrist: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kz9-9keamn0/TS53V735iqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6RSxGCGt0pY/s1600/pictures+2011+441.jpg

Kayleighs outfit:  http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=55646519