she sat down and took a small dagger from her coat
it had a small star on the black grip her real mother had carved it in and gave her dagger to her daughter...
with tears in her eyes she kissed the dagger and held it to wrist and started to cut her arm
"god...why do i have to rely on this thing......why is the dagger the only thing that makes me calm..i hate this"
she whispered still cutting her arm