you stood in the bathroom in the dark, holding a razor blade. tears flooded the floor and stained your eyes, but you were only paying attention to your fathers pleas for you to come out. blood dripped down your arm, but it wasn’t a drastic amount…

“PLEASE! ARE YOU OKAY?! DONT DO THIS TO ME…”

you didn’t know what to do. you knew he cared, but would it make any difference?