my god. Finally somebody out there gets the details right.

It doesn't matter if they fade or not. The feelings are still there. That's why some people like scarification better than tattoos- because they tend to fade. But either way, it's still a story.

Can't wait for your next fic~

I like your Authors Notes... You don't ask straight out for reviews, yet still imply you want them...

And the depression in this.. it's a lot more real than a lot of things you read, to me it's obvious you know a lot about this sort of thing, which I like xD

i forgot to tell you that i like this one...

Maybe the scars do fade but all I know is that mine haven't. *sigh* Its obvious to ME you know what your talking about but then I'm still trying to fight doing it. The fics really good, it feels genuine. Bit depressing but then thats life.

After a [long] time, they fade.
I'm not saying anything else because I don't know anything about it. All I know is that it eventually does fade and cutters are not emo-esque people.

As for the actual story itself, it was wonderful.
The story was the truth, and not some hear say fabrication.
And it fit perfectly with Alex.

-Kay

I'm going to pretend that I didn't forget to review this before, okay? Okay.

That was beautiful and dark and /real/. I've never cut myself, so I don't know if that kind of cut fades. (I do have a toothmark on my forehead from when I was three or something...) Physically it might, I suppose, but I suspect that your psyche is always, well, if not scarred from the experience, at least imprinted. *shrug* Whatever, you'd know more about it than me.

And, because I love stalking stories' reviews, I have to say, looking at the review from "Isabella Rosemary Twan"... And you say /I'm/ sheltered? *shakes head*

I myself, have never been a self-harmer, with the exception of trying it once and it not helping so I just screwed the idea, but I understand depression very well. And while I'm not as depressed as I was in the past, I can still relate a lot to Alex's feelings in the story, especially the being dead tired one minute and then restless the next.

I think scars fade, but never completely. I mean that in a metaphorical sense too. You may feel better, you may be less depressed, but you'll always remember the way you felt, and that feeling is kind of a scar on your soul... I'm sorry, I'm not making much sense... but I think that scars should be worn with pride- the fact that they're scars, and no longer open wounds is something to be proud of. You had a problem, and you over came it.

This story captured what you wanted to write beautifully. I agree that you don't have to be some emo scary person to cut. Especially since I was a self-injurer myself and still am now to a lesser degree.

Self injury is just a coping method, sometimes not the most healthiest one but one nonetheless.

I agree that throughout the years that self-injury has been stereotyped and I think it's a good thing for other's to realize that it really isn't.

Thank you for writing such a good story that I hope made others think.

If you ever decide to not make this a oneshot, I would love to read some more of this.

Thanks.

What you said about scars fading or not was totally random.

I cut myself too. And I agree with you, it isn't that big of a deal. You pick up a razor, and slice your skin. Nothing bad about it. My friends all freaked out when they found out. And I didn't even dig deep enough to scar! Love the story. :)

very good fic. i think it is really honest and good.
as for the scars, they will go away but the deeper they are, the longer they'll take to fade. I accidentally cut my finger really bad while camping (had to wear a splint for a month so the skin would heal because of where it was placed) and that was three or more years ago but i still have the scar. as for if it matters if it fades, that really counts for you. do you consider them a reminder of the past? do you care what people think? i personally don't care if i have scars- whatever they're from. they make me unique and show that i'm REAL, not a little pop princess that is happily locked away in some castle somewhere.
congratulations on quitting, though! that takes a lot of self control, self respect and confidence. you should be proud!

if you do make a sequel, i am eternally hoping that somehow yassen will have a big part. but hey, wishful thinking won't hurt. it was nice :) i don't read much of your stories though, cuz i'm not much of a wolf fan (i am eternally loyal to yassen). i've read some though.

the scars won't fade. you can cover them, ignore them, dump a truck load of concealer on them or surgically remove them. you can try to forget, remind yourself that you've changed but you'll always know you did it. So as long as you accept it's there, it doesn't matter. honey, i still can't get over mine.

it only matters if you let it matter. a physical representation is just that. *snort* people judge us on everything already, so /so what/ if we are scarred? we all are, in some way, on some level.
i was suicidally depressed for just over a year when i was 11-12.. /eleven to twelve/. i will always carry a reminder of it. always. never cut, cause i didnt kno about it then. turns out noone told me cause they were afraid i would... and that id cut too deep... its nice to know they care but... i do think it would have helped. then again, i never will know, will i?
i still have my moments of depression, but then, who doesnt? i wont deny that havnt thought of cutting, or killing myself, and each time, its something different that stops me... that pulls me through.
and that, in itself, is so reassuring. that i have so many things to be thankful for despite those moments... they are moments.
its always such a touchy topic. i mean, it happens. just like shit in life, it happens. and there are those who are idealists, and it takes a shock to come to terms. to think about the possibility, for someone you care about to do something like it... and then you grow up. it has to happen eventually
i remember when i found out a dear, dear friend had been through hell and back, and turned to cutting. i was horrified. but i sure as hell tried my damnest to help, still do, even though we have drifted apart... ill always, /always/, be there for her. and she knows it. and that is a bond that wont break.
you become so much stronger after getting through it...
another song i think you might be intirested in is "falls apart" by Hurt.
congratulations on tackling this in a serious way, and above all, pulling it off.
its perfectly fine as a stand alone, and to tell the truth, im kinda /not/ wanting a sequel... its just, you will undoubtedly get those who dont understand, and will flame, and i pity /them/, and im sad that you will have to put up with their ignorance and inability to care/think/feel/whatever.
a sequel i feel could almost... cheapen it, make the issue lesser... then again, it could only reinforce it... *sigh* its up to you
i, at least, do not think any less of you. and we cant control what we feel. we just do. we feel. and its a blessing and a curse. and we can do nothing but live with it, like our scars, like our memories... they make us us.
and we deal, in the only way WE can.
and hey, we are here, living.
XoXo Absentminded Dreamer

Um you scared me there because when I read most of your other stories like jack daniels series and stuff I thought you were cool and stuff but now I know you write smut and gothic stories I am starting to get freaked out. Not that the story wasn't good I mean it was good. I like the way you captured the sense of a... depression but I've never really heard of someone who cuts herself and I really wonder how old you are but I think you should really stop being depressed because even though life maybe unfair it isn't for you because you write awesome stories (excluding smut ones anyway)this must seem weird coming from a 13 year old but you are really good writer and er.. you should be happier

Hm, me like.

Definitely appreciate how you characterized knowing/acting depressed, but not, well, using it as a means of social statement.

And your question - they fade, some more quickly than others, in both the literal and metaphorical sense. And well, does it matter? In a way, no, because it'll happen whether we want it or not. It's more about accepting that they have faded or will fade, I think. But they never disappear completely, even when we think they have.