you older brother walks towards your door and knocks

“Hey kiddo, I got your dinner”

he says calmly

however you are currently the opposite of “calm” since your crying your leaning against your bed your thighs covered in blood while your holding the pencil sharpener blade in your hand

you glance at the door the light coming out from the crack in the bottom of the door is the only light shining into your room, and the only light showing you the mess you made.