Falling. They hit the front of his black blazer. Fogged. His eyes glazed over with tears, filling the beds of his eyes, wanting to spill over onto his chin, and down his neck. Trickling all the way down his body. He blinked. Releasing all the tears that were still in his eyes. Chocking back a sob he brought his hand up to clasp over his mouth, silencing himself. He didn't need anyone to hear him, not now, not ever. He twitched. Flinching at the noises he was hearing. Was he going crazy, why was he thinking this. Questions. Running through his head. Millions of miles a minute, talking over his body, consuming him. He knew this was the right thing to do. He had to. It was the only way. He brought his hand up, shaking in the process, to his wrist. It was shaking back an forth so much he couldn't get it to rest on his arm. Very slowly, so he could feel the pain, he ran the blade along his arm. Blood, trickled from his now visible but, and onto the white mat that lay beneath him. Not realizing that he was slowly starting to sway back and forth. He started loosing feeling in his body. As the blood continued to pour, and as his body shook violently, he collapsed. Onto the ground, with a loud thumb. But before blacking out he heard this faint sound, it almost sounded like a voice.