You close the door slowly, hoping not to make any sound. You wanted to surprise your boyfriend of a year.
You were supposed to be working but you finished early so you decided to go home to spend time with Luke.
You walked into the kitchen, expecting to find him there. Guess not. You were confused to not find him in the living room either.
'Maybe he's taking a nap' you thought to yourself. You carefully walked up the stairs without making a sound. You open the bedroom door to find no one. You set your jacket on the bed and stood there. He said he was just going to stay home today. Where the hell is he? Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a whimper.
The sound was coming from the bathroom next to your room. You walked over, still staying quiet, and pressed your ear to the door. You heard gasps and whimpers. You open the door, careful not to hit him with it. Yes, you had done that before. You gasped at the sight in front of you. Your eyes moved from Lukes wide eyes to his thighs.
You noticed pink lines on his thighs as well as fresh, red ones. Crimson blood trickled off his thigh onto the white bathroom tiles. Your eyes dashed to his hands which were holding a knife that was also covered in blood. You slowly walked over to the crying boy. Tears prickled your own eyes as you fell to the floor in front of him.
