Lucian

Lucian and yourself have been through thick and thin within 5 years.. You both are in your mid 20's, Lucian is 26 and you are 25.

One day you came home from work, having the worst day of it, first you spill hot coffee all over your white shirt 10 minutes before you had to leave, then you had to sit in traffic, you were late for work, and so on and so on. Just a bad day of it.

You were getting urges to just scratch and cut at your skin on you body.. Just wanting to be done with it.. Lucian knew of this, that's why he only kept few sharp objects in the house except for the kitchen knives and scissors.

You had managed to get off work early that day, coming home felt like a strong release.. But.. You had things on your mind and wanted to get rid of them. So, you made your way to that horrid bathroom where you grabbed that hidden razor and you know the rest..

You didn't know how long it had been since you began, but what got you out of it was Lucian knocking on the door, or well.. Banging..

"Lovely, sweet thing? Are you in there? Lovely? Please answer me if you are?" Luican's usual stern voice was gone and replaced with a worried and scared tone.. That isn't heard often..