• Seven. Its a lucky number to most people, but not to me. Seven times, the blade came down on my wrist. Seven times, seven scars. Every time i look at my left wrist, the number mocks me in the form of dark scars. The oldest ones are almost invisible now, and are shaped like an "N".
    N for numb.
    no hope.
    no more pain.
    N.
    Above them, on my wrist, are three slightly crooked, darker lines. more recent cuts, though months old by now. Finally, one last scar hidden in the creases of my wrist. Seven.
    It my not sound like much compared to other people, who slice their veins constantly. But for me, it's huge.
    I have a perfect life. Friends, good grades, nice, always happy. But if you pay attention, you'll see the smile slide off my face when no one is looking, and my hand strays to my wrist.
    Why?
    I've never been happy. I've always felt alone, separated from the world by a thick pane of glass. Bombarded with worries and plauged with despair, cutting was the only way to let it out. It was silent, and easily concealed by long sleeves and bracelets.
    Somehow, we found each other. He was tall, with blue grey eyes that smiled. I was short, with green eyes that showed only what people needed to see. We met at a church retreat. He told me that the jokes, the smiles were a facade. We were one and the same, and i told him my secrets too. I've known him for a year now, and we help each other through everything. because of him, i realized that there was a whole world that i wanted, and needed, to see. Suddenly, it was as if a giant hammer had smashed the glass walls of my world, leaving me wonderfully, brilliantly, glouriously, exposed to everything life had to offer. I loved it, and i still do. I'm not saying that i'm not completely happy, but anything is better that the glass prison that once held me in.
    Seven. Not my lucky number. But a reminder of once was, and the darkness i could spiral back into if im not careful. Listen to me, if you are like i was, somebody out there loves you. There is always hope, and there is always someone there to help you, no matter how thick the glass of your cage is. You just have to smash through it.