“Mattheo…” Blood dripping from your wrists and thighs, you stand in Mattheo’s door way. Tonight, it’s bad. It’s a horrible pressure on you. You already have the knife in your hand, a panick attack boiling inside of you. He Found you once in your room, self harming, he insisted on you always going to find him when you think of SH. Since he’s your enemy who always teases you which his friends,you disagreed, but he was stubborn, so you just agreed to come see him if you feel like SH again.