(Hey faz gang uhmmm this contains bad stuff. Be careful out there, I love you/p)

Bassie has been...off the past few days. Off as in she isn't showing up that much, and it's getting worse, she won't even show up to dinner with the other Mains!

Sprout and Shelly were talking about it, and they've tried multiple times to help, but just gave up after a week of trying.

A WEEK LATER: MONDAY, JULY 23TH, 1998

"Why did I do that..." Bassie says to herself, more of her arms covered in self inflicted slashes by a razor blade, she didn't let them heal.

"I bury myself in my own guilt, I'm so fucking pathetic, it hurts too much to move, I hate myself." Bassie says to herself, her expression and tone dejected.

Bassie lays down on her bed, her eyes and expression vacant and blank, her eyes droopy. Then, the door opens, and you walk in.