Lena has just come to terms with everything that has happened in the last year. The project she'd been tricked into working on with Lex had failed miserably. All she wanted to do was create a world where people were incapable of hurting each other, but in doing so she'd not only hurt herself, but she'd further driven away the only friends and family she'd ever truly had. She lost EVERYONE. and it was ALL her fault.
Doing what she always does, Lena decides to dull the pain away with copious amounts of alcohol. But instead of drinking herself into oblivion, she finds her self on the floor in her empty home surrounded by broken glass and covered in her own blood, and face to face with the one person she wishes she could go back and fix things with.
TRIGGER WARNING!!! This fic contains the topic and action of Self-Injury. Please do not read if you are feeling vulnerable.