“No… no no no” you whispered, before you let the cold water run over your blood vessels on your arm. Breathing heavily, you looked at the meat, you wanted to prepare for dinner. You had the desire to stab the meat, before you had the desire to stab yourself. “Darling? Is everything okay?” you suddenly heard Ghosts voice. You looked up at him, as he came into the kitchen. He saw the tortured meat. “It’s okay… you didn’t do anything worse…” he whispered while getting to you.