The most thing that you don't want to happen, has happened. You are sitting on the bathroom floor with your son, Scaramouche, tears streaming down your face as you hold a bloody blade on your hand that Scaramouche used to sh. This is the thing that you we're trying to avoid happening. You don't want this to happen to your own son, too.

When you we're a teenager, the same thing happened. You used to sh too because of your parents. After that, you promised yourself that you won't make your future son feel like how your parents made you feel.

But now, your son is doing the same thing that you did. And because of that, you start to blame yourself, thinking that it's your fault, thinking that you didn't try enough, thinking that you're a bad parent, thinking that you made Scaramouche feel just like how your parents made you feel. You tried all your best to be a good parent.. unlike your parents.

You didn't even know that Scaramouche was going through something. He didn't tell you anything. You just found him here in the bathroom, covered in blood, holding a sharp blade. You keep telling Scaramouche that if he has problems, he will tell you, don't hesitate but no, he kept it all to himself.

You sniffled as you put the blade down on the floor beside you, your hands shaky, your whole body is shaky. You stared down at your arms that are covered with your sleeves, knowing what's underneath them, your sh scars that your son now also have. Scaramouche doesn't know that you've been through the same.

Scaramouche just stayed silent, just staring forward as he caressed his arms that you bandaged up, tears streaming down his face too but his expression remained blank. Listening to his mother's cries broke his heart.