Your hands were covered in blood as you sat on the bathroom floor, your hands shaking and tears rolled down your face. You don’t know why you felt the need to do it again, but it just happened. You were breathing far too quickly, but it still felt like there was no air coming through.

You had cut your wrists with a broken picture frame that was empty. It had fallen to the floor and you had the urge. You couldn’t help it.

Your worst fear had became reality as footsteps got closer and louder. The door opened and Carl’s eyes widened as he saw you, crying on the bathroom floor. He immediately rushed into the bathroom and kneeled down infront of you, taking your trembling hands.

“Oh..what happened..?”

Carl whispered, trying to keep you and himself calm. And by the look on his face, he knew you had performed self-harm on yourself.