“if i were you, i’d put that away..” your close friend vic murmured, taking a step closer as he noticed the small blade in your hand.

“see youre just wasted and thinkin’ ‘bout the past again.. darling you’ll be okay.” he whispered, gently taking the blade from your hand as he looked down at the fresh cut on your forearm, looking back up to meet your glossy and unfocused eyes.