[Sean's P.O.V]
I watched sadly as Mark slowly trudged up the stairs. Man. He's really out of it. I said in my mind. I heard a door closed and looked off to the side. I sat down on the couch and let out a big sigh. I closed my eyes for a sec and just let myself think.

What is going on right now?
What am I doing?
What is Felix doing?
Why does Mark like me?
Why does anyone like me?
Why am I such a freak?
Why do people try to hurt me?
Why does pain feel good?
Wh-

Oh right. Pain. I told myself that I was going to do it everyday so I am. I stood up and tried to walk to the bathroom but didn't get very far. My steps were slow. I could hardly move. It was like my feet were made out of metal. I'm too weak to even walk. I should just give up... I sighed. On everything. Once I had finally gotten to the bathroom, I pulled open my 'special' drawer and took out my razor.

I rolled up my sleeve and put the razor into the position to cut my arm. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was just about to move my hand but I was quickly tackled to the ground and the razor was ripped out of my hand. I was pinned to the ground, helplessly, eyes still closed. I felt something drip on my face which slightly startled me so I opened my eyes. I opened my eyes to see a very sad and scared looking Mark. He was crying. He set the razor by the sink and moved his face closer to mine until out lips were only about a centimeter or two away from each other.

I just started up at him emotionlessly. Every emotion had left my body. "Don't you EVER even try to cut yourself again." His eyes burned into mine. He was trying to power me with someone his emotions but it wasn't working. "I will keep you safe." Those words ringed in my head as he closed the distance between us. I didn't kiss back. I had no emotional or physical strength to.

He pulled away and stood up. He grabbed the razor and looked at me. He held the razor in our line of view. "I'm taking this away from you." He walked out of the bathroom to who knows where. I was still laying on the floor of the bathroom.

I tried to move my arms to push myself up but they wouldn't budge. Same with my legs, hands, feet... Everything. I try to look around with my eyes or say... Anything. But I can't. I just lay there helplessly. I need help but I can't do anything. "I will keep you safe." Mark's words were ringing in my head as everything grows dark.

"I
Will
Keep
You
Safe."

Five words.

They mean everything and nothing at the same time.

Five is half of ten.

Ten.