It's been 2 weeks since you tried to off yourself. And ever since then, everyone's been keeping an extra close eye on you. You hardly ever left alone, apart from when you're, y'know, sleeping. Or going toilet. Or showering- You get the idea.

Now was one of the very, very rare times you were alone. Just sitting in your bed, in the dark, tucked away in your dorm room whilst you scrolled on your phone. Trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming urge to... Well, hurt yourself. As soon as you fully realised you were alone, for the first time in weeks, something in you brain just clicked. Suddenly, your phone pinged. The Class 1-A GC. It looks like a bunch of people in your class are online.

You open the GC, and see it full of completely random texts. You debate (in your head) whether you should tell them how you're feeling and whether you should ask if someone could come up here to, y'know, keep an eye on you. Again. Not like you could actually do anything to yourself (seeing as all dangerous things were taken away from you).

Up to you.