Blood. Dripping down her soft arms, sliding past her finger tips and trickling on the floor. With cries for help suffering inside her mind, she stood in fear. No one could help now, she thought as the sharp blade drove further into her wrist. Tears just pouring down her cheeks, and she needed a faster way to end this entire trauma. “Stitch, are you in there?” She heard outside the bathroom, as the fists of her own sister pounded on the door. It rattled and shook, but Stitch refused to unlock what held back all of her problems. She sat in horror, pulling her hair and screaming out all the pain. Stitch couldn’t take it anymore; she dropped the blade out of her shaking hands. With her being so mad and alone she rose up off the floor, wiped her tears and unlocked the door, only to find no one standing there. Just a figure of black mist stood in front, with a cold chilling feeling surrounding her. There was no one, and nothing but voices screaming in her face. Stitch didn’t understand why everyone was yelling, it was like they were attacking her. Every nasty word said would bite and pick at the bruised skin she had, tearing her apart bit by bit. Covering her ears and screaming “Get out”, Stitch couldn’t get rid of the comments that were being thrown at her. One after another they came faster, louder, meaner; the words were bold and strong, cutting into her skin like a knife. Every deep cut would sting and remind her of the things she thought she had done wrong. Stitch didn’t know what to do, the dark figure grew larger and she was stuck in the middle of it all. Every word and horrid memory was surrounding her, taking her down to the floor. Stitches broke, and finally said “enough!” she couldn’t just stand here and take the pain anymore. So when she got up and opened her eyes, she saw herself standing in the mirror. Stitch looked at her reflection only to find no bathroom, no blades, nothing harmful was to be seen. She didn’t understand how bad things could have gotten if she didn’t say something. Not realizing how horrid people’s comments are, they stick with you forever.  They haunt you and will never go away, but what the image in the mirror was; was Stitch herself if she kept it all inside. Cuts, scrapes, bruises, and bleeding…cries for help that wouldn’t get out. But when she really looked at herself, there was nothing but faded scars. It’s been a while since Stitch had thought about those people who hurt her. In fact she’s living a great life, feeling free to do as she pleases, nothing bottled up inside and only good things on the outside. Stitch had been on a horrible journey by being seconds away from taking her own life, to just standing up and finally saying enough. She ended it all by speaking up, it wasn’t easy but it was worth it in the end. The things Stitch went through to put her in that situation weren’t just people calling her names, it was everything around her.  All she’s ever worked for, everything she tried to do, even when she put others before herself, they all just crumbled. Not one person helped in return and everyone left her, she sat alone for days; even weeks. When she wanted to cry for help, something always told her “no, keep it inside, they don’t need you” So that’s what she did. Eventually things got worse, and she couldn’t take it. It wasn’t until she cracked and finally spoke up that things turned around and got better.