Day after day, your mental health kept getting worse, eacher hour you felt like you were getting to your breaking point.

09/16 - 14:39.. you reached your breaking point.

Arson walked into your room, seeing you sitting on your bed, holding a knife to your stomach, sobbing.

Hey, put down the knife, please..

his voice shaking, sounding worried

he was too late.. you hold in your screams as he rushes over to you, calling paramedics