Disclaimer: same old same old. I don't own Law & Order: Criminal Intent. I am not making any money from this. Please don't shoot.
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Chapter One:
He cuts from hurt
He cuts from pain
He cuts because nothing,
Will ever be the same.
Bobby slowly brought the blade a crossed his inner arm, small droplets of blood bubble up behind it. He let out a small breath, taking in a larger one as his vision cleared.
"It's too soon" he thought "To close together, but I needed the relief."
Setting the blade down on the bathroom counter, he picked up a towel and pressed it to the wound. Holding it against his chest he goes about his first aid routine of disinfecting and covering his arm.
"It can't happen again." He thinks, "I have to get a hold of this."