Depression. One-Shot

I walk to the bathroom and opened a drawer and pulled out a razor. I lifted the razor into my hand and slid it across my skin, I watched the blood run down my arm as it did for the first time 9 years ago, with the same sensation. I knew I couldn't cut to deep, I might die if I did. I wanted to see Connor before I died. I slid the razor more times across my arm, over, and over, and over again. Until I realized I was losing to much blood. I stopped immediately. I heard a knock on my front door. Things started to blur. I had to see who it was, maybe they can help me. I wrapped a towel around my arm and applied pressure. I stumbled to the door, I looked trough the peep hole. What I saw next shocked me.