you were apart of the doa, one of fyodor’s favorite members. you listened to every word he said, but was undeniably curious about everything. he helped you on your feet after you suffered a huge loss and you stayed with him ever since.

because of your trauma and curiosity, you often found yourself cutting. you attempted multiple times and always managed to survive. fyodor figured something was going on, but never this.

blood dripped in a puddle around you as you slumped against your bathtub. you was curious if you actually did die, would you go to heaven or hell? it was an odd conspiracy, but it always fascinated you.

you felt your eyes closed as a door opened. it was fyodor. you didn’t know why he was here, but his words didn’t make it to your ears. you felt him pick you up before you finally passed out.

when you awoke, you were in the hospital. you quickly found fyodor sitting beside you, his eyes quickly finding yours as you stirred awake.

“are you that foolish?” he simply asked, his hostile tone masking his actual concern.