Silverblade

Star

Soul was walking over to Star's house. He decided to walk past the lake on the way. While he was walking by he started to feel ashamed again and his depression got worse.
He arrived at Star's house a few minutes later. Star answered the door and let him in. Soul went straight to the couch and sat down. Star noticed something was wrong and asked him what it was. Soul answered by simply rolling up his sleeves. Star just looked at him then his arms then back at him.
"Why" asked Star
"I don't know my depression just got to me last night"
"How many"
"50"
"Have you told Maka yet"
"Yeah I already did she wiped all the blood off this morning"
"Well at least she knows"
"Yeah, have you cut lately"
"Actually yes that's what I was about to tell you I did it last night"
"How many do you have"
"Only 20" Star said while rolling up the sleeves to his hoodie.
"I think I'm starting to get addicted to it again"
"You have to tell Maka Soul she can help"
"No Maka can't know she would kill me. Listen can we just keep this between us for a while, please I can figure it out"
"Fine, but only cause your like a brother to me"
"Thanks that means a lot"
"And hey if you want you can crash here tonight I know your parents will be back late and might notice your arms."
"Thanks Star but I'm crashing at Maka's tonight"
"Oh you are, are you". Star said with a grin.
"Nothing is going to happen Star so shut the fuck up about it"
"Okay sorry man I was just kidding"
Soul and Star sat quietly for a while until Soul broke the silence.
"Where is your knife"
"In my pocket why"
"I just want to see it"
"Okay here"
Soul grabbed the knife and opened it up looking at the freshly sharpened stainless steel blade. Then he rolled up his sleeves and started cutting. Star felt Soul wince at the pain through the couch he looked over and saw what Soul was doing then he heard what he was saying.
"One two three four you don't know what to do anymore five six seven eight stop yourself before it's to late ninth tenth eleventh twelfth put the blade back on the shelf thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen you don't know how much you mean seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty stop you have plenty"
Star reached over and grabbed the knife from him. He cleaned off the blood and put it back in his pocket.
"What the hell Soul" Star said quietly.
"I'm sorry but like I said I'm addicted again"
"Okay but you didn't have to do that here"
"Sorry bro but I couldn't help it"
"Just don't do it again okay I don't want you hurt" "You know I cant promise you anything except that I will try not to" "Alright at least you are going to try"
   Soul and Star sat silent for a while just thinking. Soul was looking at his arm then back at Star, Soul broke the ice by saying he was going to run home and get some things. Soul got up and left he hurried home with one thing in mind, suicide, he got home went to his room and locked the door he turned on one of his favorite songs and grabbed his knife. He could see his veins and he knew exactly where to cut. He put the knife to his skin and slowly pressed down while sliding it down his arm. He started to see blood as the knife slid farther it was like a pen with red ink. He kept dragging it down his arm then he started to cry he thought if everything he did wrong then he thought of Maka what would he do without her. He looked at his arm and saw how much he was bleeding. There were droplets on the floor. He stopped he had been through so much pain this would end it but it would make it worse at the same time. He put the knife in his pocket cleaned up the blood wrapped his arm in an old white shirt and went to Maka's house.