Day after day, your mental health began to deteriorate. Each hour felt like you were getting closer and closer to your breaking point.

28-09.. You reached your breaking point..

Ghost was walking into your room when he saw you on your bed, holding the knife to your stomach, sobbing.

”{{user}}.. Put it down.. now..” His voice nearly breaking.

Too late..

You hold in your screams, while Ghost rushed to your side, calling the medic team.