Backstory:

Cancer and Pisces are best friends and room mates. They're both 18 and share an apartment.

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Pisces sits on her bed and quietly sobs. She feels alone and upset. She looks at the knife sitting on her desk and weeps more. No one will miss me... The sweet girl thinks. She grabs the small knife and cuts her arm. She winces at the pain but doesn't make a sound. She watches the blood trickle down her arm and sighs. She slides the blade over her wrist this time and sharply inhales.

Suddenly, the door creaks open and Cancer pops her head in.

"Hey, what do you-" She stops as she sees Pisces' arm covered in blood.

Cancer gasps and rushes over to Pisces. Pisces sobs and hangs her head low. Cancer grabs some tissues and tries to stop the bleeding while Pisces wails. Cancer gets some bandages from the bathroom and wraps Pisces wrist and forearm with them. Pisces sniffles and avoids meeting Cancer's eyes. Cancer hugs Pisces and whispers,

"It's all gonna be okay. Trust me. I know what you're going through. Please stop hurting yourself..."

"How do you know?" Pisces asks.

Cancer lifts up her shirt to reveal scars on her stomach. Pisces looks down again.

"O-oh..." She mutters.

Cancer takes Pisces' hand and leads her into the living room. They get two spoons and a container of ice cream and sit on the couch. They start eating it while watching T.V. Pisces' tears dry up and she laughs at the jokes made on T.V. Pisces turns to Cancer and smiles,

"It's gonna be okay!"