My best friend for thirteen years just texted me to make sure I'm okay. She saw the cuts on my arm, and freaked out a bit, which I did deserve. We've both had problems with self-harm for a good five years or more (she started in grade four or five, I believe, I started in grade six) and we pledged to stop together. She stopped, I didn't.
Well, she's a few months pregnant, and she said something that really hit home.
"No more, and don't even do it and not tell me. Remember, my baby needs her god mother."
My best friend doesn't have a lot. Her mom passed away when she was seven, she doesn't have any other relatives except her father who's always working, and her addict cousins and grandfather. The dad isn't going to be in the picture, my family and myself are like her second family. I don't mean to sound stuck up or anything, but I don't know what she'd do without me. Everything that's happened since we met thirteen years ago, we've gone through together. Court dates, rape, miscarriages, suicide attempts, death, everything.
I have to be there for her and her baby too.
So, I will.
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