_________________Yoh's house, Ren's room__________
It was meant to make the pain go away. So why is it that it hasn't? Why does the pain still linger in my mind? Why does it still hurt so much? It's not fair, why does it happen to me. How can anyone stand so much pain?
Ren looked down at his blood stained arm. The cuts he had put there were drenching the blanket under him. The cuts he put on his arm was a daily activity for him now. He had already filled up one arm with them and now he was working on his other. No one had noticed or if they had no one had said anything to him. Who would dare? Ren raised the blade he had to make another cut, then there was a knock on the door and Yoh walked straight in.
"Hi Ren I was just . . ." Yoh started until he noticed Ren's arm, the blood and the poised blade. "What are you doing?!" Yoh shouted at Ren.
Ren looked down carefully at his arm. "Getting rid of the pain." Ren grabbed the blade tighter.
Yoh just looked at Ren. "By causing more