Shebly's pov
Oh god. I lied to Cory. He sounds sad. Oh god. I like him. Does he like me? No, no that's dumb. Is it? Oh god, I'm freaking out. Cory said he's going to the basement. Should I check on him? I lied, and made him sad. Yes I should. He has helped me, and sang to me. And I lied to him. I'm so stupid. I got up, and started towards the basement. Drip drop. I realized I didn't have my knuckles patched up. So what. I need Cory. When I reached the basement, I heard.... Slashing. I looked and saw Cory, standing up, panting, sweating, and crying. On the wall in front of him, there were giant slashes. I punched the wall, and everything shook. "Damn it Cory... You had one chance... And you blew it." He said. In his hands, was a black knife. He threw it into the wall, and it went straight threw. And then bounced back. I was scared of what Cory could do when he was mad. He was strong. But yet, he never ever hurts me. I think I'm catching on to something. He threw the knife to the ground. He had blood on him. Everywhere. "I'm... Not passing out...? What the..." He questioned. Drip. That was mine. He quickly grabbed the knife and turned around. I flinched. He had sadness in his eyes. "O-oh... Nevermind..." He said, and threw the knife back down. He walked over to me. "So.....Um-" I cut him off by a hug. "C-Cory..." I cried. I felt blood on his clothes. "W... Why did you.... I can't see you like this...." I cried. He dragged me back to my bedroom. "Shebly." He said. I was going to say something, but I felt something against my lips.