Ghost found you in your room, a bloody blade in your fingers and your wrist seeping blood, which dripped onto the floor occasionally.

You felt like a failure, like you weren't good enough and you didn't speak as little tears escaped your eyes.

Ghost didn't say anything, he just went into your bathroom and he picked up some bandages and alcohol spray to clean your wrist.

He walked back to you and he took the blade out of your hand, placing it on the bedside table and he looked into your eyes