She came into my room screaming and throwing stuff around. Her face was red with tears streaming down her cheeks. I wanted to know what was wrong and how she got in because I was pretty sure my door was locked. It was no time for questions now. I had to comfort her because I knew something horrible happened if she came over here like this.

"Come here baby," I said while making sure there was room in the bed for her.

It was the middle of the night. I was sleeping when she came running into my room. She started walking over to me blindly since she now had her hands covering her eyes. A habit she has when she is crying. She tends to hide her tears away from me though it never works. I pay far too much attention to her facial expressions.

She falls gracefully onto my bed and into my arms, burying her head into my chest. I wanted to know what was going on to make her cry like this. My girlfriend who I have been going out with for last five years was abuse by her last boyfriend. I was the one who saw the abuse and reported to the police. Later did I find out that the abuse broke her so much that she could not trust another man and started coping with self harming. I found out because she was my neighbor and I kept close tabs to her after the accident.

"Shh, shh everything will be okay. You're safe with me always remember that."

I tried calming her down, but I knew it was wasted she never listens to me. She only listens to me when she wanted to hear me. The evil little voice in her head prevents her from hearing me. She cried and cried after a few more minutes then she finally stopped.

"I had nightmare about him," she said in a raspy voice.

"Oh, really," I said looking down at her.

She nodded her head against my chest since she still had her face buried into my chest. I didn't need to know who he was because there was only one him that matter and we promised not to say his name out loud.

"Would you like to elaborate on your nightmare?"

She didn't move nor say anything, but I knew that would happen. The nightmare must have shaken her up quite a bit if she came to me instead of hurting herself.

"I-I didn't know if I s-should wake you up."

I looked down at her again and started running my fingers through her beautiful blonde hair that finally grew back. Her ex-boyfriend made her chopped most of her hair off.

"You know you are allowed to wake me up. I would never turn you away."

I had a feeling she might try to run away now that she has clamed down.

"So you're not mad at me," she shyly asked.

"No of course not, honey." I sighed.

I knew she was a broken and scared girl, but sometimes it was hard to keep my anger in check when I keep thinking about that horrible man.

"So you wouldn't be mad if I told you that I hurt myself trying to get here."

I looked at her quizzically. Is she telling me willingly that she had purposely hurt herself? She was still hiding her face from me, so I could not look into her eyes and see if she was lying. "What did you do?" I asked her gently.

"Well, I woke myself up from the nightmare and I was shaking and couldn't breathe, so I went to the bathroom and tried to clam myself down by splashing water on my face, but that hardly did anything except make me wet. Then I walked out of the bathroom and went to my garage to get a crowbar so, I could break in to get to you. Well, while I was breaking in the crowbar had a sharp edge and I rubbed my arm on it which sort of cut my arm."

She explained nervously to me while mumbling into my chest. I could feel my shirt getting wet again. She was crying again, but this time she was scared of me.

"Shh, shh I'm not mad at you. Just let me see your arm and I'll see what I can do to fix it."

I heard her sniff and then she nodded her head very slowly she lifted her head. I couldn't do much, but give her a smile to encourage her. She looked at me then briefly looked around the room finding anything that could be a threat. I no longer thought she would run away from me. We been together for five years she trusts me, but she still subconsciously thought I could hurt her at any given moment. Hence the reason she was looking for any threat.

"Honey, I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to make sure you are okay."

I put my hands up to show her I was no threat. She seems to relax after this and let me look at her arm. I turned on the light that was on the side table next to my bed. I never realized how dark it was until that very moment. When the light came on it took me some time for me to readjust to the light. Then I looked down at her arm without glancing at her. The cut was not bad, but I still had to wrap it up and put a cream on to prevent scaring. It saddens me to think that some of the scars will be there forever marking her beautiful skin. The way she looks at the scars every scar has story that needs to be told. She told me this everyday.

"It's not bad, so all I need to do is clean it up."

There was no sound, but she did nod in agreement. While I was doing that I pester her about the nightmare.

"What was it about exactly?" She was quiet for awhile, but she did finally spoke up which surprised me.

"He killed you in my dream and it scared me because I could never be with you ever. You are the only person that has made me happy and care for me besides my parents, but I don't have them anymore."

It breaks my heart to know that if I ever did break up with her, which I do not count on doing, that she would be alone. I can think of all the possibilities that she could do if I ever disappeared, mainly one which would involve a gun. She once told me that her parents died when she was in high school. She said it was a car accident, but she never told me any of the details and I never bothered to ask. I finished wrapping up her arm. I think she does not want her cut to be wrapped up, but she knows better than to fight it. She learned in the beginning of our relationship never to fight me taking care of her.

"Honey, I'm never going to go away unless you wish for me too. I love you too much to ever leave you." My eyes pleaded with her that I only spoke the truth.

"So, I guess I'm stuck with you forever." She laughed and I smiled.

"Yep, that's right."

I went to lie down on the bed and reached to pull her down with me. She happily agreed and curled herself against me. I reached over to the lamp and turned it off. We lay together silently enjoying the comfort of each other. I started drifting off to sleep when I heard her whisper my name.

"Yes, my love." I heard her giggle.

"I just wanted to say I love you."

"Well, I love you too. Now it is time for sleep and we will discuss this later."

She didn't need to know which topic I meant to discuss with her. She knew that she was not getting off easy for cutting herself. If she had a problem with it she did not complain. I think she was just happy to have someone hold her and to know that she was loved.