((guys don't worry your torture will be over very soon~))

Ink's P.O.V

I lay in bed, like I had done for the past three weeks...scared if I moved I would hurt someone else I loved...I sat up and opened the drawer on my night stand. Pulling out a knife and rolled up my sleeve, I started to cut the bone on my wrist, letting marrow pour out. I cringed at the pain but soon got over it and made more cuts.

3...

8....

13...

19....

24...

48....

I was running out of room, cuts swarmed my arms by now. I didn't care as my bone marrow poured out of the cuts. I started to shake as I began to feel extremely tired.

'maybe just a little rest wouldn't hurt' I thought as I closes my eyes. before I closed my eyes I saw my locked door suddenly unlock, and open. suddenly a picture frame flew across the room smashing into the wall.

"Ink are you- *muffled" I heard my brothers call, but it was muffled out by a familiar static like sound. another picture frame slammed onto the floor. I saw my brother at the door, looking at me in horror. I smiled, feeling another presences in the room other then my brother.

"heh, Thank you....Error" i spoke softly as my brother came rushing in to my aid.

"I love you too"

*INK IS FILLED WITH LOVE*