Day 6 - A StrangerDear Stranger
It made me really sad that one time I saw you on the bus. I was catching the shuttle bus one afternoon from university back to the train station, and you were sitting next to me. I'm not really sure whether you were already on, got on with me, or got on at the next stop; but we definitely spent most of the trip together. I was listening to my ipod, lost in my own little world and casually looking around as one tends to do, when I noticed something, this is what made me sad. You were wearing a t-shirt, no jumpers or cardigans or coats, so there is no doubt in my mind as to what I saw. Your left arm was covered in cuts. From your wrist, right up until your elbow. They were of varying lengths and various angles, but there were so many of them. I didn't want to keep staring, but I couldn't look away, I just couldn't believe how many of them there were. When we arrived at the train station you walked away and got in a different carriage, so I have no idea how you are now. I told my mum about you and she said that maybe if I saw you again that it was a sign that I should talk to you. But I haven't seen you again, well at least I don't think I have, in all honesty, I'm not too sure what you look like now.
I just want to say to you that I hope you're doing ok. I hope that it's a cry for help, I hope you don't want to die. I hope that the cuts were healing over and that you have someone to talk to. I hope that the reason that you were wearing short sleeves is because you're ok now and you're not embarrassed about what you went through. I really hope that if you're not ok, that you will be soon. I hope that you have the same amazing role models in your life that I do in mine. I hope that you have loving parents too, I hope they pay you enough attention. I hope that you have friends, and not just casual friends, but soul mates. I hope you're healing on the inside too, because I know that that takes the longest. I hope that you realise that the momentary release that each cut gives is not worth it. I hope that you're not trying to hide from the world, I hope you can find the strength to be the courageous woman that you can be. It took me 9 months to talk to someone, I hope it takes you even less time. I know that you'll be ok, because I'm ok. Some days you may regress and feel like shit, but know that it's only temporary. And I want you to know that it's ok if you're not fine right now, you don't have to be perfect, but I hope you love yourself, and know that others love you. I honestly hope I get to meet you one day and find out how you are, I hope that your answer will be positive. Know that me, a stranger, cares about you and you're in my prayers.
Sincerely, Eleanor
Until next time fellow humans....
