You stole my star.

Sometimes it just hurt too much. Sometimes the Inbetween was the only place that was safe, the only place where she could forget. The sad thing is that the Inbetween fades, the lake, the trees, the blur and things change. The Inbetween is no longer there, instead destruction rose in its place. Towering granite and cement and steel stood menacingly above her, taunting her, pushing her towards the steel, towards the cold metal edge. One cut, she told herself, maybe the pain would take her back to the Inbetween. She always said only one cut but sometimes the mind wanders.