A/n: This is the response to Gidgetgirl's challenge on the CCS board.

"In season six, instead of becoming a klepto, Dawn turns to a different outlet for her emotions: cutting. Things are complicated by the fact that she still has her keyness, and Dawn struggles to hide her dangerous habit, and the dimension opening results, from her family.

Requirements:
Deal with Dawn's emotions on more than a surface level
Giving depth to Dawn's keyness
A flashback to Dawn cutting herself when she found out she was the key."

I have one request for this story. I don't care if you flame any of the others, but this one hits a little close to home. I went threw the whole suicide/depression/cutting thing and it was the stupidest year of my life. I don't want pity, I get enough of that from my therapist. Just please see past the stereotypes that its for attention and look at the reality behind the scars.

Enjoy! (As much as you can anyway)

Tears streamed down my face as I turned the shower on, hoping it would drown out the sound of my sobs and Buffy, Willow, and Tara wouldn't be worried. Worried. That's all they were. Poor little Dawnie; all innocent and key like. I was special, for once I was special, and then Buffy came and saved the day. I should have died. I was supposed to die, but no. Buffy had to have the glory. So she died, and came back to life again. I swear, my sister should be in the Guinness Book of World Records. Once I was positive that no one would bother me, I reached into the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a blue towel. Laying it down on the ground, I sat Indian style and pulled the pile of clothes I had brought in with me towards me. Inside the pocket of my star pajamas that Willow had gotten me for my sixteenth birthday, was a small dissecting knife and a white washcloth stained with blood.

"I am real," I stated, drawing the knife along my inner arm, sighing as the blood reached the surface. "I can feel," Another thin line, this time a little deeper. "I matter," Two became three, three became four. Before long my arm was dripping blood onto the white washcloth that wasn't white anymore. Reassured for now, I pressed the cloth to the cuts and applied pressure, taking in a deep breath.

"Dawnie, are you ok in there?" I heard Buffy's voice from the other side of the door. I closed my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm in the shower. I'll be out in a little,"

"Ok, Willow made chicken for dinner," I heard my sister walk down the hall before mumbling "Yippee" and getting into the shower letting the blood flow down the drain and the pain of being alone flow from my body.

A/n: As you all know I start every story with a little teaser to kind of ask people if I should bother. Should I?