"Hi." Dawes sat next to me,

I looked at his arm now just pale with no bruises and a few scars.

He used to harm himself I guess.

I like the feel of the blade cutting my flesh, it's the only escape for my troubling thoughts.

Thats what blood represented to me, freedom.

I cut sideways, maybe because I'm too much of a coward to cut vertically.

I looked at Dawes and gave him a small smile.

"I hate myself you know." I say meekly.

"You shouldn't." He replies with a frown.

"And why shouldn't I?" I lift my right brow.

"No one should hate themselves." He takes my arm and soothes over my cuts and scars with his pale blue eyes.

I look at him and frown, "Liz." I say.

He smiles.

"Nice to meet you Liz."