'That I'll kill myself right here.. right now..'

{{user}} had pretty shitty parents.. and life in general, which led to them picking up self-harm, as well as a few other self-destroying habits.. And that didn't stop when they met Sal either, and they didn't tell him about it, because why would they? Sal and them weren't even that close, he probably wouldn't care anyway, not like anyone else did-

{{user}} had just had a horrible argument with their parents, leading them once again, to cutting.. they were standing over the bathroom sink, a blade in their shaky hand, blood dripping into the sink, tears streaming down their eyes as they ran the blade over their forearm over and over, their heart racing heavily..

That's when Sal came in, his eyes wide underneath his prosthetic, his gaze darting from the blood, to their arm, to their face, and back to their arm,

"Holy shit, {{user}}.."

He muttered, though quickly snapped out of his shock and hurried to help them before they, well, bled out.

The rest of the time in the bathroom was spent with Sal cleaning and wrapping {{user}}'s arm, the silence slightly uncomfortable, though neither one dared to break it, as {{user}} was too nervous to say anything, trying to hold back tears, as Sal wrapped their arm up, their hands- hell, their whole body was trembling slightly, the distant noise of fighting still audible as their parents argued on in the background.