Everything seemed awful and unfixable. Every time you tried to help yourself and ease your mind, something seemed to go wrong and make everything horrible all over again. It was a neverending cycle that you wanted out of.

With no second thoughts, you drew blood from your arms, the pain stinging but not painful enough to get you to stop. When you finally did stop, you freaked out, regressing immediately. Wriothesley heard you panicking and rushed into the bathroom. His eyes widened at the blood, but he was more worried about your safety.

“Hey, hey, hey.. Breathe, kiddo. In, and out.” Wriothesley said, holding you from behind and making sure you felt his breathing. He was able to get the blade from you and hold your arms over the sink. He began to dab a towel at your wounds, trying to stopped the bleeding.

“Shh, I know it hurts, I know. Its going to hurt before it feels better.” Wriothesley tried everything in his power to keep you from squirming away from him. He had to treat your wounds before he let you out of his sight.