Once in my quarters I stared at the mirror, ah shit that's right.
I glared at my reflection, shaking my head I shut the door. I slowly undid my belt, a lump formed in my throat, my pants hit the ground with a soft thud, my hands shook as I stated at my thighs, the upper part covered by my boxers yet the rest remained in view.
I swallowed hard, staring that the scars, years old by now I huffed, grabbing a small blade I pressed it to my skin, but my hand wouldn't move, I stayed frozen. Why couldn't I move? What was going on?
I shut my eyes sighing, I looked at the floor, pulling my pants back up and doing my belt back I huffed, groaning I grabbed my hair.
"I shouldn't be here" I huffed, a small voice from my door spoke I didn't care what they said nor did I even bother to see who it was.
"Go away" I grumbled forcing the previous from onto my face my throat tightened as I tried to remove the shakiness from my voice.
Footsteps recede, I sighed saying the door shut. Where's Haze? I asked myself, where?
I sucked in a breath as my nails dug into my arms.
"Dammit" I grumble, I dragged my nails down my arms as I released them.
Shutting eyes I let out a deep sigh, every emotion was moving too fast.
Life just needed to slow down...
I hissed in pain as the blood began to bead on the cut straight and neat the cut was.
