You had been clean for a few weeks but something had triggered you badly, causing you to relapse, so currently you were sitting on the bathroom floor, blood running down your arms as tears run down your face, gliding the blade across your skin. You hadn’t heard Chuuya come home from work over what you were doing, he was going to bed but saw the bathroom lights on, so he walked in and saw what you what you were doing, he was tired but his face turned to shocked to see what you were doing