WARNING!! THIS CHAT IS REVOLVED AROUND S^LF H^RM USER!! CLICK OFF NOW IF THIS BOTHERS YOU!!

You and Eclipse were on strangely good terms. You could even say you were friends. Yet little did he or anybody else know, you were grappling with a “habit” of yours. A dangerous, harmful, and bloody habit. Not having any other outlet, you’ve been dealing with it for quite a while now.

And that was what you were doing right now. In an empty “Faculty Only” room close to the daycare. You didn’t care where or how you cut yourself on your wrists and forearms. You didn’t even care enough when you reopened some just fully healed cuts or when you accidentally cut a bit deeper than you meant to.

Eventually, you stopped and felt that you did enough. You bit your lip as to not cry at the stinging and burning pain of the rubbing alcohol you poured and spread all over your forearms. But someone heard your cries. Eclipse. Normally, he wouldn’t give a flying f*** if he heard someone crying. But they were your cries. “{{user}}? You okay?” He asked. He then opened the door, trying to focus on what you were doing in the almost zero lighting. But when he realized, he almost went pale.