How to Save a Life

A/N: This story will deal with Anorexia Nervosa and cutting of a male. Also, please note that I haven't really watched GH in awhile so the stuff about the proposal of marriage is from reading a soap magazine.

Prologue

Damian Spinelli's hand gripped the edge of the door tightly. His knuckles were turning an awful shade of white and the door was digging harshly into the sensitive skin of his hand. He didn't seem to notice that though. His heartbroken green eyes were on the couple on the couch who had yet to notice him. He couldn't comprehend it. How could she do this to him after accepting his marriage proposal and then moving into the apartment that he had bought for them. Seething with anger he slammed the door hard as he walked inside, making pictures on the wall rattle and shake with the force.

The couple finally pulled apart at the noise and looked at him. The blonde girl let out a gasp and tried to cover her exposed skin with her blouse. "Spinelli!" She said in shock, swallowing hard.

He didn't say anything as he watched the man he didn't know sit up and hastily pull on his shirt, making a hasty retreat. The tension that filled the air was deafening. "I want you out of my apartment, NOW!" He snarled. His face was etched with all the pain he felt inside himself.

"Spinelli." Maxie whimpered pathetically, standing up. "Your not acting like yourself." The words were bitterly familiar. They were the same words she'd said after he'd caught her kissing on Johnny before they'd begun dating.

He laughed sarcastically, darkly. "And how should I react Maxie?" He asked, sounding incredulous. "How should I react? Should I just accept that you'll so easily cheat on me when I've given you....everything?"

Her temper flared then. "Well maybe if you didn't try and pressure me with your old fashioned ideas----"

Spinelli cut her off as he slammed his fist into the wall. "Oh so now it's my fault that you don't know how to be loyal, is it? Give me a break! The Jackal is tired of playing games Maxie. I really need you to leave." His voice softened torward the end and he finally seemed like the Spinelli that she knew and cared for.

Maxie gasped when he went into the room they shared and came back fifteen minutes later with her six hundred dollar Prada suitcase in tow. That was when she knew he was serious. He really wanted her to leave. She'd finally done something to make him give up on her. "Is this really how it's going to end, Spinelli?" She whispered, disbelievingly.

He didn't say anything as he went over to the door and held it open for her, his head ducked down and staring at the floor listlessly.

Maxie growled under her breath and stalked out the door with her suitcase, turning back and standing on the tips of her toes to kiss Spinelli only to have him shut the door on her.

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After she left, he went to the bathroom, walking in like a zombie. He turned on the water for a shower and stripped off his clothes as he waited for the water to get hot. When he finally stepped inside, the scalding water burned at his back but he didn't care. The pain felt good. He could control it. He sighed and reached for his washcloth to begin lathering up. That's when he eyed the pink razor. Maxie's razor. He picked it up between three fingers and the blade caught his attention, called to him.

Curiously, he outstretched an arm and placed the blade against the inside of it, pressing down. Almost robotically, he slashed the blade across his arm, making it bleed. He let out a hiss at the sting that shot through him.....and then he smiled.

Too be continued....

Next Chapter: Spinelli develops two dangerous habits.