*Casper's POV*

I walked home in the lingering chill of early February. I thought about everything that had happened today, and a tear rolled out of my eye. I was walking silently until I felt my phone vibrate. It was an unknown number, so I declined it not realizing that it may have been Jason. I got to my front door, and I unlocked it slowly. I walked in and closed and locked the door behind me. I breathed in deeply. The air was a mixture of dust and the smell of my mom. I let my backpack slide off my shoulder and I dropped it on the floor. I walked to  my moms room, and I opened the door. I looked across the empty, and well made bed. The afternoon sun shining in the white lace curtains. I laid across the bed and began sobbing loudly. I then realized that I wasn't going to be able to stay in the house alone. I got my phone back out and decided to try and call the unknown number back and see if it was Jason. 

*ringing*

*Jason picks up the phone*

"Hello?"

"Hey Jason..."

"Hey Casper. What's wrong?"

"Um.. I was wondering if you would be up for staying the weekend at my house with me this weekend? I don't think I can stay here alone without doing something stupid."

"That wouldn't be a problem at all. I would love to. Text me your adress and I will be there in half and hour."

"Thank you so much Jason. See you in half an hour."

"Goodbye Casper."

I hung up the phone and after texting him my adress, laid it on the bed. I started to think about my mother. Which made me cry again. I got up out of my mothers bed and walked into my bathroom. I reached on top of the light to my secret stash of razor blades. I got my boxcutter blade down, and walked out into the living room to unlock the door so that Jason could just walk in. I walked back to the bathroom, and laid in the bathtub. I rolled up my sleeves to expose both of my scarred and fresh healing forearms. 

*TRIGGER WARNING*

I slid the cold, thin metal blade across my pale scarred skin. I did this about 20 times. Deeper with each cut. I watched as the thin pink lines started to crow small crimson colored spots and the blood started to flow. I watched as the blood leaked into the bathtub and went down the drain. I was so focused on watching, that I didn't realize that someone had walked into the bathroom. They stood frozen in the doorway. When I look at their face, I knew that they really cared....