Alice was distracted by her thoughts when Kit walked up and handed her a french vanilla latte. Alice sipped it.

“Thanks Kit,” she said.

“No problem,” Kit sat down next to her. “What are you playing?”

“I don’t know- just some old songs from when I was in a band.”

“Ah, thats cool. You know, Dana is really worried about you.”

“I know…. I know. I am in love with her but..”

“But you don’t want to get hurt.”

Alice looked at Kit. “Yeah.”

“Well, I think you should really think awhile. Just take a hot bubble bath, light some candles, put on some really soft music, and think. I think that if you are afraid of being with her but you want to be with her, then just try it. Take it really slow, like just simple dates. Thats all I got to say.”

“Thanks, Kit.”

“Hey- just here to help.” Kit squeezed her shoulder and walked away.

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Alice threw her keys on the table and let herself fall onto her bed. She couldn’t even think. She just wanted to die. She walked over to her desk, and pulled out a lighter, lighting the many candles she kept there. She pulled open a drawer and took out a pack of cigarettes. She put one in her mouth and lit it, inhaling quickly. She walked over to her stereo and turned on a nature-type music, putting her cigarette on an ashtray. She knelt down and reached under her bed, pulling out a large jewelry case. She set it on the bed, and opened it up. There are scalpels, razor blades, safety pins, pocket knives, pieces of glass, and a long grey nail. She took out a small silver razor blade that she had taken straight out of a safety razor. She pressed it to the end of her wrist, and drug it to the other side. Blood rose instantly and dripped one after the other on her jeans. She pulled out a blood-stained towel from under her bed, and pressed it to her skin. She took it off, and looked at her wound. She started crying, holding her head in her hands, dropping the blade on the floor. She sat there crying, until she was too tired to weep anymore.