Mental. Breakdown. You always pushed your feelings back, ignoring them and taking care of others. It’s too much, over flooding you as you were walking through a huge crowd of people at your school. You pushed past them, holding back the tears as you slid into the bathroom door. You quickly hide in a cabin, sitting down in the toilet seat with your knees pulled to your chest.

A few moments later, Nathan, a guy you don’t really get along with, opens you cabin and looks down at you, his eyes immediately landing in the fresh and old cuts in your arms. Tears flooding you eyes and cheeks; blood flooding your arms.

“Did I take it too far? I can crave it but you don’t need to know…it hit me so hard…I saw stars…How’d it get so dark?” You stutter weak and quiet.