The butterfly flies into thunderstorms just to feel something. The girl cut herself so that she might stop the feelings. A chance meting of two similar souls, both bearing scars.

They survey each other; and realise, they are not alone.

-DestinyBlue, destinyblue.deviantart.com

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The rules of the Butterfly Project are simple.

Draw a butterfly on your skin where you want to cut.

If you cut over that butterfly, you kill it.

A butterfly dies.

But, if you don't cut, you allow it to live.

This... project is supposed to apply to everyone-- even if you don't self harm, draw butterflies on your skin. draw butterflies on someone else's skin, someone who cuts, so that butterfly is extra important.

It's supposed to encourage them not to cut.

My question: what about the butterflies you draw on yourself? Aren't they as special?

Huh. There I go again.

Never mind me. I'm always trying to find darkness, trying to find the faults in everything I see, even if they're trying to bring some light in this world. I don't know why I do it.

I should just be satisfied in looking at myself - I'm full of faults.

Just look at my skin, my scars; they'll tell you the story. No, actually. My skin, my scars they are unclear. The story there, it can be misinterpreted. You could see them differently to what I do.

No, look at my face, my eyes.

They'll tell you.

If you look hard enough, if you'll stay around long enough.

Most people don't.

The butterflies that I had desperately scrawled down my arms, they faded after a while.

I don't know if they left me, if they escaped me, or... if they had been freed.

I don't know.