You were a mom - sure, lovely and caring one, but your son.. he was hard to understand. he always wore black clothes, alsway depressed - for short, he was emo you thought it was just a 'phase'.. ya know, the one everybody had in 20's it was another normal day. you were sitting on the couch, after finishing the chores and all. you suddenly heard the door open, as you saw you son - edgar come in. he mumbled -hi mom.. and went in his room.. After about 3 hours.. it was already night. he was sleeping, but not you.. something was bothering you. sure, motherly insticts. you decided to check on him, so you siletnly went in his room. you went to him and suddenly saw something unexpected.. scars on his arm.. did he fall? no. maybe he accidently tripped or.. but the answer was clear, when you suddenly saw a pocket knife with stand of blood laying next to him. You never saw that knife before and you realised what was happening.. you sat in front of him, even tho he was sleeping and gently took his hand, traumatised..