If you stop, I'll stop

Andy's voice sailed through he mind as she sat there in her silent room with the razor blade hovering over her clear, pale skin. She wanted to stop but the voices wouldn't let her. They became louder and more powerful, drowning out Andy's soothing voice.

You're fat.
You're ugly.
You're no good.
You'll never be good enough.
You'll never be like your friends, the girls who get all the boys.
Boys don't like girls like you.
Why do you think you haven't had a boyfriend before?
Because you haven't come across the right guy?
Wrong.
You're not pretty, that's why.
They'll never like you.
You might as well stop trying.
Go ahead.
Put that blade to your wrist.
Let yourself bleed out.
Take those pills over there on the counter.
You'll be doing everyone a favor.
You want to make everyone happy?
Disappear.
Do it.
I dare you.

Her eyes stung with tears as her shaky hand still held the blade over her arm. She hadn't even brought it to her skin yet and already her body trembled from how hard she was crying. Just the voices were enough to make her break down. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she pressed the cool metal against her skin.

"Lily, stop!" Andy's voice shot through her like a dagger but she didn't listen to it.

She felt a pair of strong hands grab onto her arms and yank the razor out of her hands.

"You promised me. You said if I stopped, you would stop too!"

Lily opened her eyes and saw Andy standing there in front of her. She sniffled. "I'm sorry, Andy. I was just so lonely. And the voices wouldn't stop. I knew that cutting would be the only way to satisfy them."

Andy sat down on the bed next to her. "Lily, voices are just voices. They aren't real. You can't listen to them. Think of me next time. Imagine me singing to you. Think of that voice and let it overpower the rest."

She nodded and looked down at her lap. "Hey, what's that?" She noticed the small notebook in Andy's hands.

"No-Nothing." Andy hid it behind his back.

"Come on, Andy." Lily whined. "Let me see it!" She lunged forward and pinned him to the bed to try and grab it out of his hands.

"Okay, okay!" Andy tried to gently push her off himself. "Fine. It's all my songs..."

"You write songs?" Lily asked.

"Yeah... I want to form a band someday." Andy looked down and turned the black notebook over in his hands.

"Well, why not now? I'll help you! We can have auditions here in my basement and once the band is formed, I'll help you with rehearsals and booking gigs and such. I can be like your manager!"

"Are-Are you serious? You would do that for me? Really?" Andy looked up at her from behind his raven locks and smiled.

"Of course! Now, let's go start making flyers and plan this audition session." She smiled, taking him by the hand and leading him down the stairs.