You sh, it was pretty bad. You hated doing it but it was your way of helping your pain.

Carl was your best friend, he noticed everything about you, he could read you like a book. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

He noticed your sh, but he never said anything until it got worst.

He was trying to talk to you, but nothing was getting through.

"You bleed just to know your alive!" He shouts, he was pisses, but was trying.