Lucy's POV

"So can you take on the case?" The eager client asked.

"Yes we can. It will be a few days before we can be there, but we will take it on." Lockwood said flashing his megawatt smile.

"Great! Thank you so much!" Out new client, Mrs. Weber said joyfully.

That was three days ago. George said there would only be one ghost. I couldn't believe how wrong he was. We were dealing with two wraith and a poltergeist. And I was angry. Just great.

"I tried to warn you to keep your emotions under check." The ghost jar said.

"I don't need you on my back too." Lockwood and George were both upset with me for losing my cool. In truth it was, technically, my fault the poltergeist acted up. But it could have been any of us. We were running low on sleep and were all anxious from the wraiths. As George dodged a knife thrown by the emotionally charged ghost, the got ghost touched by a wraith. Lockwood dragged him back to the iron chains while I fought the Visitor. Fortunately we soon after found her sources and shut them down. But George was in critical condition and it was my fault. If he hadn't had to dodge a knife he would've seen the ghost. I sighed as I got back to 35 Portland Row. I didn't stay up to listen to the lecture I would receive. I had already given it to myself a few times already, and that was just tonight.

"I'm worthless, I'm a danger to the company." I told myself when I shut the door. I couldn't quit that hadn't helped me in the past, it certainly wouldn't help now. "It's all my fault." I couldn't keep this up. There was only way to help deal with the pain.

"Hey Lucy, where are you going?" The Skull asked.

"Shut up, it's none of your business." I told it. I walked to the bathroom and opened my cabinet. I got out a razor and stared at it thoughtfully. I wouldn't kill myself, but maybe just a cut would help with the pain. I take the cap off and hold it above my wrist for a second.

Skull's POV

"Hey Lucy, where are you going?" I ask her.

"Shut up, its none of your business." She's replies, rather rudely. I see her go in the bathroom and take out a razor. And then I know what she's about to do.

"Lucy, you're not going to cut yourself are you?"

"What's it to you? You don't care about me. I almost got George killed today. Lockwood probably hates me..." she trails off.

"Don't think like that. Lucy, Lockwood doesn't hate you. I know he doesn't. George has come close enough to dying with all his stupid experiments that this is probably nothing to him. And I care about you. You're my only friend, which makes you my best friend."

She smiles a little.

"I guess your right. But I'm a danger to them. Who was that set off the poltergeist? It was me. I do everything wrong. I'm worthless. If it wasn't for my Talent, my mom would have probably sent me out into the cold." Woah. This is a shock. Lucy never opens up about her past. Let alone something like this.

"Lucy, listen. Either one of those fools downstairs could have set off that ghost. And you are not worthless. It doesn't matter what your idiot mother would have done if you didn't have your Talent. Plus, you're the best Listener since Marissa Fittes."

"You really mean it?"

"Why would I lie, Lucy?"

"Thank you." She says with a smile. She puts the razor away and we talk for the rest of the night.