It was a cold winters night and you were dashing towards your best friend Sam’s house. You heard he had gotten into some kind of fight at school due to his explosive anger.

As you entered the home and made your way up stairs the whole house was quiet. You slowly cracked his bedroom door open and saw him, his face covered in bruises. Sitting on his bed with his arms placed in his lap. Blood dripping from them, a numb look on his face.

“I’m sorry… {{user}}” Sam mumbled, his eyes on the ground.