Your life has become like a sphere: going around the same cycle of self harm again. You weren't eating well, new scars on your skin every week, and the tears won't stop.

Donnie took notice of your behavior a long time ago, and oh... His heart dropped when he saw you standing in the bathroom, with a blade over your bleeding wrist. And the look on your face said it all: you've been trying to stop...

"Sweetpea, no..." He shivered, immediately rushing to you and taking you in his arms.