Tip Of The Knife

I am Katrina and I suffer from depression. It's not my only mental illness but it is my worst. My mother ignores me because I bring shame to the family and my brother is really supportive and over protective. So one day when I'm in the bathroom with a Swiss army knife to my wrist and I hear the voice of my brothers best friend Jason I know things are about to get ugly.

"What are you doing Kitty?" Jason questions a look of worry on his face

"Please don't tell him he doesn't need to know he will only worry more" I plead
"I won't on one condition" and with that he leaned in close and kissed me passionately

I froze as the tip of the knife slowly hit the floor...