Imagine:
You sit in your bathroom with blood running down your freshly cut arms, ready to slice deeply through your vein.
"Babe?" Frank gently knocks on the door and you tear up. He walks in and gasps. "(Y/n).." You look up at him. "I-Im sorry..." He kneels next to you and gently takes your hand that's holding the blade and puts it on his arm. "Cut me.." He says, his eyes filling with tears. "N-no.. Why would I do that?" You reply. "Because this is not only hurting you.. This is hurting me.." He hugs you gently and kisses your cheek. "Next time you want to cut think that you're cutting me or your best friend... You can get through this, babe.. I'll help you.. I promise.." Frank slowly takes the blade out of your hand.
"You're so much better than a lifeless piece of metal..."
