Hurt. Scared. Un-loved. These words make up her skin. When you touch her, she cries. When you touch her, every word turns into a slit in her arm. You look at her and see fear. Fear of life. Fear of growing up. She looks at you and sees the world on your shoulders, weighing you down, breaking you down. She sees you trying to stay up, yet you keep falling. Y'all are looking at each other and notice you are each other's savior. If one goes, you both do. You're joined at the heart.
You feel her melting through your fingers, falling on the floor. You realize that she was your one true shot at happiness. Every flaw in your character was accepted by the person you're losing. The only way to save her is to die. You take the risk because you know in your heart, you will meet again.  You will hold her in your arms once again. Smell her smell once again. Look in her eyes again. So you jump. You jump into the freezing cold water and drown to death.
On the way down, your eyes meet hers and you don't see fear of life, or fear of growing up. You see her rejuvenating into the girl you've known her to be. Better than the girl she was yesterday. Better than her now. You see her skin without slits. You see her achieving her goals in life.
You realize that "she" is you.

- A struggling, misunderstood teen.