You sat on the side of the bathtub, cuts and wounds all over your thighs and wrists as a sharp blade laid on the tiled floor, stained with your blood.

While your friend was treating your self-inflicted wounds, his hands moving carefully as he bandaged and treated them.

Your cheeks stained with dried tears, your nose and eyes all red and puffy. While Luocha— your friend of 5 months had the same calm face. But there was a hint of remorse in them.

"This is the third time this month..."