The Battle of the Soul.

I stepped outside myself.

I became a person I had longed to be with feelings I had longed to have;

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For a matter of seconds, I had dropped what I had worked for to fit in with a guy who wasted his breath on judging other people.

He had done it to me too.

But here he was, so willing to let me in; to bond over a feeling of mutual bewilderment.

I fell into the trap.

I smiled and nodded at a joke that wasn't funny, about a boy who had probably heard the same cruel line before.

I slinked back to my body and the feeling of regret and remorse set in.

I tried to fit back into the cracks and curves that had once been mine, but my body said no.

I kicked, I screamed, I tried to fit in any way I could, but my body just wouldn't allow it.

"You're a coward.  Do you know that?"

"It's not like I wasn't thinking it."

"Thinking it and saying it are two different things.  I can't belive you turned into one of them."

I continued to argue with my conscience, but she just couldn't see it from my point of view.

I couldn't look the boy in the eyes out of fear that he had heard or knew that I had fallen victim to the taunting and bullying he had probably been accustomed to for quite some time.

Instead, I glanced at his wrists and saw the scars.