(Trigger Warning!)

Third Person Point of View

Sarah quietly entered her home. It was about 3 in the morning as she stripped off her heavy medical jacket and hung it on the hangers on the wall. She lifted her head she heard the wood above her creak as.. the bathroom water started? She grumbled, then slowly padded up the stairs, seeing light slipping out from under the bathroom door. Sarah quietly peered into the open door of her son's bedroom, noticing him absent from under the covers. His laptop was strewn open and he had the picture of his family on his bedside facing down. In alarm, Sarah skidded over to the door of the bathroom, gently knocking on it. "Gene?" She called out gently. No response, only the water became louder. "Gene." She called once more, grabbing the door handle.

She gripped it tightly, attempting to twist it as she heard the cabinet above the sink open and the soft sounds of shuffling and then a small, metallic noise. Sarah peeked under the door, seeing the plastic covering of a razor blade on the floor. She froze, watching her son's bare feet as they disappeared from view, meaning he'd gone into the tub. Gene never bathed, he always showered. Something was wrong. Sarah leapt to her feet, quickly pushing against the door. "Open this door Gene!" She shouted. Ashely slowly emerged from their room, rubbing her eyes. "Babe? What's wrong?" She muffled, walking up to her wife. Sarah looked at her, her eyes twitching. "Gene.." She mumbled, then started aggressively pushing the door. Ashely seemed to get the hint, then quickly let her hand morph, shoving her claw into the lock's hole. Sarah quickly looked about as she prepared for the worst as Ashely removed her claw, pushing the door open. They were simply displayed the dimly lit bathroom, the shower curtain drawn, and a simple piece of paper and a pen on the marble countertop. Just as she had feared. Sarah raced forward, throwing the curtain out of her way. Peacefully sitting in the bathtub with his back to her was Gene, her 12 year old little boy slouched against the rim of the bathtub, not even looking up at his mother. The razor blade laid in the thin layer of water that covered the bottom of the tub, and Gene's hands were folded inwards. Sarah quickly grabbed her son, pulling him from the bathtub and pulling his face back. His soft eyes were half closed and he only stirred lightly when he was yanked out of the tub. His parents quickly grabbed his arms, and just as they had expected...

Two slits ran across his wrists, bleeding heavily as he just laid their, his clothes soaking. He stayed limp in their arms as Sarah quickly grabbed at his arm, trying to heal it desperately. "Come on come on..." She whispered softly, try as she might, the magic backfired in orange sparks... he was blocking her magic. "Come on baby, please. Please." Sarah whimpered, grabbing her son's face softly and leaning down to it. "I'm sorry baby, I should've paid more attention, I knew something was wrong but you wouldn't let me fix it for you... please, please open your eyes and let me heal you, or let me take you to the hospital, I'll get you help I promise. Please.. just stay with me.." She whispered, while her son drew in a shaky breath. "M-Momma..." He mumbled. "Ho-H-Hospital..." He muttered, starting to close his eyes again. Ashely had already called for help, and sat down on the floor with them. The two held their son close as they waited, protecting what little they could from the fate that he had brought upon himself.