"You're bleeding, but it's not blood," she once told me. What are you - "Don't play dumb," she interrupted. "You're bleeding, badly. "How is it obvious to everyone except you? You need help," she once told me. "For your own sake." Shut up. Stop talking. I don't need help from anyone, okay? I know what I'm doing. Everything's under control. ~~~ This is a story that probably should've gone to the vault-locked away and never to be read by human eyes, but that probably would've been burying the wrong thing. This is my worst work so far.