"what are..." ryker had asked after he'd found her curled in a ball on his bathroom floor later that night. he'd gotten up to the sounds of crying, not believing his eyes when he'd found this piece of porcelain imperfection, lying on the floor and blood dotting up and down her wounded arms, "oh my god."

self-harm they called it but with the amount she'd done, it'd started to look more like a sacrifice. ryker had flashbacks back to a time where he'd had to stop himself from the self-sacrificing.

she'd sacrificed too much.