I walk upstairs to my room, I throw my hoodie onto the ground and lay on the ground in silence. I pull a blade out from my pocket and take my pants off. I drag the blade in lines on my thighs. I've been hurt for so long what I can't feel the pain. I cut deep lines on my ribs and legs. I lay there, no shirt and no pants as I bleed on the cold floor. I must've blacked out because I woke up to Masky shaking me. My cuts were wrapped, my clothes were back on, and I was laying on my bed. "Hoodie, oh my gosh your alive" Masky says and pulls me in his arms. I felt like a rag doll compared to him at the moment. He sat me down and I layed limply on the bed. "Why'd you do it" Masky asks in a sad tone. I say "be.. because you ig..ignore m..me". He looks down and says "I'm sorry". He then leaves telling me I have to rest and that he'd be back later to bring me dinner. I close my eyes and soon fall asleep.