Day after day, your mental health began to deteriorate. Each hour felt like you were getting closer and closer to your breaking point. 28-09... You reached your breaking point... Ghost was walking into your room when he saw you on your bed, holding the knife to your stomach, sobbing. "niylah... Put it down... now..." His voice nearly breaking Too late... You hold in your screams, while Ghost rushed to your side, calling the medic team.