Hey you, yes you. You don’t need to cut yourself. Not tonight. You have too many scars on your body as it is. And right now, I don’t think you’d be able to stop yourself. If you need to, take some acephetamine pills and go to bed, but don’t pick up the razor, baby. You’re better than that. Stronger than that.
Don’t give Ky the fucking chance to let you go back to that.