In science, a friend of mine was drawing a butterfly on my arm to help me stop cutting. My teacher walked up and asked what it was for, and I told him it was a secret,but it was very important to me and needed the butterfly. At the end of the lesson,he walked up to me and handed me a folded up piece of paper. It was a butterfly. As soon as I got home I stuck it on my bedroom wall and cried. He has no idea he saved my life.