Tears streamed down your face as you finished the last cut. You felt numb, your wrist burning and stained red. You heard the door to your room and you froze, pulling your sleeve down to cover what you’ve done. You looked down and saw the blood seeping through the hoodie sleeve. Shit.

“Sweetheart? Everything all.. right..?” Price’s voice trailed off as he saw the red on your sleeve. His eyes narrowed as he looked up to your eyes.