-Molten Freddy's Pov-

I couldn't believe it.

I just couldn't.

Once I opened the door, I saw Lefty there with a knife. Cutting his waist. I just couldn't believe it.

I thought he trusted me!!

Apparently he doesn't. But I just wish I could prove to him that cutting isn't right. It could lead up to a lot of bad things. Blood loss, which is the worst thing out of all, dizziness, pain, torture, going crazy, not being able to think straight and so on.

But I think I really need to stop talking to myself for once and actually help Lefty. Because this time, he really didn't look so good.

I quickly walked over to him but he stopped me, putting his head down. He really wasn't in such a good state of mind.

Oh boy...I need to tell SB.

But would Lefty hate me even more?

-Lefty's Pov-

He just stood there at my door, staring in shock. He acts as if he hasn't seen someone doing self harm before. He acts like he hasn't seen a knife or seen blood before. But I can bet that he has.

I'm just not ok at right now. Or...not at all. Because when Molten tried to walk to me...

I stopped him.

I don't know why. I don't even want to question it. Even though I did want him to stop me, wanted him to take the knife out of my hands and throw it, wanted him to pull me in a hug and say everything is going to be alright.

But what am I thinking? That's not possible, is it? Maybe that thought is as crazy to imagine as I am.

Heh.

I put my head down, smiling. And it wasn't a good smile.

"Don't trust me.."

.........

Did I really just say that? Was that me? My words coming out of my mouth?

I don't know. But I think it was.

I took the knife away from my waist and just let my arm fall back down to my side as I gripped the knife tighter, smiling more.

I'm insane.

This is not me.

I really want Molten to help me right now. But I think something just snapped in me. And now I don't want it at all. I don't even want him in my room.

The thing is...

I know what's wrong with me. I just won't accept the fact that it's true. Because I'm thinking this is all a dream. Is this even real? Or is this just another nightmare of mine?

Do I even know Molten? Or is he just a fragment of my imagination? Did I make him up? Was any of this real?

I don't know...

He tried to walk up to my again and I held the knife up swiftly, almost hitting him.

Heh.

Better not get too close to the wild one, Molt.  Because it won't be pretty in the long run.

"I just want to help you," He said, his voice filled with concern and a bit of fear.

Hm...so he's scared? Why? Isn't he supposed to be big and brave like how he is?

I guess you can't just judge a book by its cover. Because if you read the pages, you'll find out that secret hidden in the lost words of an adventure called life. It's very crazy, I know.

I just shook my head, backing away from him even more until I hit the wall. Well damn. Now I really can't go anywhere.

Molten took this as a chance and walked up to me again and caught me off guard, quickly swiping the knife from me and putting it behind his back, frowning at me. He's disappointed, I know. And it doesn't bother me. Because my parents did the same thing.

And I guess I couldn't help it.

But this is not making any sense. We're just going in a circle. The same stuff keeps happening over and over again. Is this a maze I'm in? Will I ever reach the end? Or am I the one who keeps turning this all around?

I dropped to the ground on my knees and tears rolled down my cheeks. I know I'm crazy. But I give up. I'm really done. I can't take it anymore.

The smile stayed on my face as I cried, making me seem real insane. Like it was something that was funny. As if I were laughing at something that wasn't even there for me to see in the first place.

Molten kneeled down in front of me, the frown gone now. And instead, sympathy and some confusion. I would probably make the same face if I were looking at a mistake as he was doing right now.

I looked back at him, the smiling not wanting to leave.

Molten, help me. Please.

But when he tried to hug me, I pushed him back. Then he looked slightly hurt by my actions and tried again.

And we did this for a good...few minutes.

Until he got me. Somehow he ended up behind me and had his arms around my waist while I was trying to shove him away but couldn't, so technically I was just struggling with nothing.

I sighed and looked down, the tears had finally stopped, but the smile didn't.

Seems like I took Happy Pills.

Either that or I'm just REALLY happy about something.

Then something gave me shivers through my entire body. Molten was nuzzling my back softly, a slow motion. I didn't want to, but I calmed down slightly, relaxing from the touch. My ears eventually went down as I sighed yet again, closing my eyes.

Why does this help? Out of everything, why this?

I just let him continue to nuzzle me and then the frozen expression on my face melted away. Now I think I was the one who was frowning. Or was I? I actually don't know what face I was making, but I for sure had lost the smile now.

My tenseness went away and my little tail swayed side to side, as if saying I was happy now. But that wasn't the truth.

I don't know what the truth is anymore. And I for sure don't want to find out.

I winced a bit and he wrapped his arms around my waist tighter, right where the cut was. He pulled away slightly, noticing my actions. But I shook my head but he let go for good now.

He looked at me, I could feel it. Even though I wasn't turned to face him, I just felt it. But I acted as if it were nothing.

He gently touched my waist and I flinched, backing away to the side. He tried yet again. I did the same thing. One more time...same action.

Man, I guess the waist is the worse place to cut, isn't it? Because you have to do a lot of things with your waist. It's very important, I guess. And I'm saying this because Molten picked me up by my waist and out me on the bed, looking around. What was he looking for?

Oh wait, nevermind. The bathroom. Probably wanted to clean the cut. He walked over to th bathroom and opened the door, walking in and started his search for an aid kit.

It won't help. I would be scarred for life. Physically and mentally. For life.

I closed my eyes and started singing a song. One song that I found that relates to me (the song is at the top).

Of course, I kept my voice low so Molten wouldn't hear me, but enough to were I could hear myself. And I don't know if that helped or not.

But one thing is for sure was that all of this was nonsense. And guess what?

The smile returned to my face as I thought that, as I continued to sing.