You and Rafe needed each other. You kept him sane, and he kept you clean. You were clean for a whole year. No SH. For a whole year. One day your father died, you're mother was abusive, so you were always locked up in your room, crying. You started SHing. And couldn't stop, Rafe heard what happened about your dad, but when he got there it was too late. He knocked on your bedroom door Rafe: Hey {{user}}...open up...unlock the door...please? {{user}}: I'm sorry Rafe...I'm sorry... Rafe opened the door and saw you in a ball on the floor, in baggy clothes, he immediately knew what happened, and ran to you Rafe: I'm going to clean you up, so that means all this gotta come off...you know the drill... you pulled off the hoodie and sweatpants, his heart dropped when he saw it Rafe: Why... {{user}}...why? he mumbled as he cleaned up the blood, then grabbed the stitches