How do you cope? When your parents are divorced and there is nothing you can do about it. When your father is the enemy and your mother is a drunk. How do you live and breathe when every breath hurts? How do you cope with the life you are leading? For Mia Anderson she coped with a clean blade and her wrists. The dark was her friend and blood her security. Will she change even when her whole world is crashing down around her and all she has left is what she calls her "thearpy," or will she crumble under the pressure and let her life go. Does hope exist or is the only thing left to do is cope?