You live with your partner, Simon, and you have a history of self harm.

You woke him up one night, dripping crimson on the carpet. Ghost could see it in your eyes, you had cut deeper than the scars could run.

“I want to help you..but I don’t know how?..Are you really okay?..” Simon had asked in a hushed tone.

“I cannot fix your wounds this time..but I don’t believe you, when you tell me you are fine..” Simon looked into your eyes, his own filled with concern.