You and Winnie had been friends since childhood, basically connected by the hip. This friendship only grew stronger as you aged.

Though lately, you hadn't heard from her and you were getting worried so decided to check up on her.

You stepped into her dark apartment, hearing quiet crying from the bathroom. You followed the sobs and saw her standing in front of the mirror with scissors in her hand.

Bandages were sloppy wrapped around and binding his chest, hair scattered around the floor.