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1hmm.jpg Now though, she had to look at the positive side. At least she was getting some proper help. And she knew that she must NEVER drink again. It worked. She was councelled....and she was saved. copyright gothgirl 2008 It hit her like a ton of bricks. All her hard work was going to become undone. As the thoughts of depression and sadness enveloped her again. She escaped to the bathroom as the urge hit. Looked around frantically for a sharp object. Found the razor and sliced her arm. Oh the relief....until she saw the blood. So much of it! She had gone too far this time. Red spurted out and she could not stop it. She panicked. She screamed. Her friend came running. Her face went pale as she saw the mess. A year passed by.She was finally getting control of her life. The scars were fading. Then she saw a long lost friend. She went to her house and she was offered a drink. At first she said no. But her friend kept pushing and finally she gave in. She only ever cut when she drank. It highlighted her depression every time she raised a drink to her mouth. So she stopped. And so did the cutting. Though sometimes the urges were there. But she had the strength to ignore them. When she was sober. Saved She called the ambulance though the girl cried out for her not to. She knew what was going to happen next. And it did. She was taken to the mental hospital and sedated. Trapped there for months. Only because she weakened. She had failed. cutting, help, saved