(Trigger warning Self-harming and graphic themes in this chapter.....and mentions of depression amongst . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

-Ben's POV-

This feeling of having some kind of alien laying on top of you wasn't anything new for Ben. After a long and tedious battle with the forever knights, he just wanted to go home to his room and be alone. Kevin and Gwen were going to some new thing that came to town and of course, he was offered to go but told them that he had some stuff to do that needed to get done. Thankfully Gwen and Kevin didn't mention anything and told him that they'd see him tomorrow. Yeah, right. They only hang with me now more due to being popular and being able to save them from their enemies, well his but still.  Thought Ben, sitting in the back seat of Kevin's Car as Ben's was going to need to be repaired due to the last battle he has with another alien which ended up having Ben thrown into his own car. Finally reaching his parents' house, he got out and waved goodbye, telling them to have fun and to let him know if they needed anything.

As soon as they were out of sight, Ben ran into the house heading to his room, small brief comfort for the brown-haired teen. Ben threw his green jacket with the number 10 onto his chair leaving him with his solid black t-shirt as he jumped into his bed with a huge sigh. Ben almost let it slip but was somehow able to keep Gwen and Kevin in the dark. He had a very dark secret which nobody knew despite being famous. He kept it hidden in his dresser drawer.  He went to grab it, a rusty razor covered with his blood. Ben knew it was a bad habit, but he kinda started doing it after his battle almost 5 years ago with fighting Viltrax. It had a bunch of casualties even though it was not a lot, the number of people who were caught in the crossfire who were only bystanders was enough to send Ben over the edge. Slowly gripping the blade in his left hand, ben drags it on the opposite arm that holds his Omnitrix. Watching as the blade piercing his flesh, Ben slowly is filled with the oh-so-pleasant feeling of relief and the fact that he is getting what he deserves is icing on the cake.  Getting so wrapped up with the blade, he realized that he might have cut too far and too deep but not enough to kill him yet. So he grabs a bottle of strong prescription medication and downs the whole bottle.  As he slowly gets up to head to the bathroom to wrap his cuts, the blurriness and unfocus in his sight become more and more apparent. Making it feel that the bathroom was getting farther and farther away. Being in the open Hallway, so close and almost near the bathroom, Ben's vision becomes unclear and more blurry until Ben cannot keep his balance and falls onto the floor with a thump as his vision fades to black. Hopefully, I won't make it before any help arrives. Ben thinks before falling completely unconscious.