They don\'t stop... The ache in my chest, the crimson red dripping from my wrists, the throbbing pain in my head from my abusive past... As she lifts my chin to look up at her, the voices increase to yelling, begging me to end it all and it will be better for other too. They go silent as she speaks, \" We are stronger now. We have hope.\" She cups my face and we hold our heads together. Then they whisper, \"Do we...?\"