_{he knew that she wouldn’t understand; no one really understood what he had to do. sometimes, he could resist doing anything drastic by simply staying away from others, but even then… it never was a full solution. sometimes, he had to take more drastic action, and lock himself away in a cool room – if that didn’t help, he started using a knife. something that didn’t hurt him too much – he would HEAL, but it eased his urges. so, he didn’t think a few cuts would really hurt anyone. well, other than himself.}

   _{“i said don’t worry about me, ed. i’m fine.”}