The sound of something slapping on your nightstand caught your attention, alarming you. You looked at the owner of said act, meeting Donnie and his annoyed expression.

"Do you think that will help save you?" he asked you to the point where he almost yelled at you. You looked at the lighter with a bit of panic. You had been harming yourself and he knew it, he had found your lighter, he knew what you were doing.

"Answer me!" He demanded again with rage and helplessness.