TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM AND SUICIDE

So, you thought that Chase got divorced and couldn't see his kids ever again because he couldn't make those shots huh? Well, you are dead wrong my friend. Let me explain the story.

Chase has depression. Let's just get that out of the way now, Chase has depression. He was in a relationship for 5 years before he got married to Stacy, and never told her until the day after they were officially husband and wife. She was upset that he never told her as soon as they started going out, and from that day in she would gradually start hating him more for lying to her.

After a year of marriage they decided to have some kids. What Stacy didn't know was that Chase was dangerously suicidal, and often self harmed in private. He would wear hoodies quite often, even in the summertime.

Chase spent a lot of time at work and wasn't at home often, his kids missed him during the day and he would get multiple calls during the day. His own kids cared about him more than his own wife.

One day at work, he got another usual call. He thought one of his two kids would be on the other line, but no, it was his wife.

"Come home immediately."

She said in a stern and angry voice. Chase didn't know what was going on but left early, in case it was a bad emergency, like someone was in the hospital.

He got home and saw his wife standing in the middle of the kitchen with her hands behind her back. Chase slowly stepped towards her and eventually rested a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong sweetheart?"

Stacy pushed Chase's hand off of her shoulder and whipped out a blade from behind her back, a used one at that. Blood covered the edge. "Explain."

Chase stood there staring, he didn't know what to say. He couldn't find any words to say. "I... Um..."

He could feel his wife's eyes piercing into his soul. He sighed and stared down at his feet. "I can't say."

Stacy took a step towards him and lifted his head up harshly. "Let me see your wrists."

Today Chase wasn't wearing a hoodie. Only the normal grey shirt he normally wears to his job. He sighed harshly and whipped his arm out. "I cut okay?!"

Neither of them spoke for a good 10 minutes.

"Chase." Stacy finally spoke. "You're too dangerous. You're not a good role model for the kids."

"Do you think it's my fault I'm depressed??? Do you think I wished this upon myself?!" Chase yelled.

"Chase, we need to divorce."

And with that, Chase turned around on his heels and slammed the door behind him. He ran as fast as he could to his workplace, no one was there. Perfect. He slowly wrapped his hand around the gun. He placed his finger on the trigger and bright it up to his head.

"Goodbye, Stacy. I love you."