"Nick?" she called out into the darkness of their joint apartament. They thought it would be easier that way, you know, to get to work. Nothing personal, just roomates. Silence. 'SCRATCH SCRATCH'. Judy got up to follow the eerie scratching noises, first into the kitchen then into the corridor leading to the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and so she pushed it open. To her shock, to her horror,
there stood Nick, in front of the mirror, a large knife in one paw, cutting big irregular slashes onto his right forearm, dangerously close to his wrist. Above that, were big pink scars burrowing into his beautiful deep orange fur. "Nick?" Was all Judy could say. Nick dropped the blade, his mouth slightly ajar, before stuttering "I...I...I'm sorry Judy."
...
"Nick how long?" Judy asked, tending to Nick's selfinflicted wounds, both of them still in the bathroom, wearing only a pair of summer PJ's.
"How long wha..SSHHI.." Nick's pain was unbearable, he was about to swear but Judy cut him off, with a gentle tap on his muzzle. "Nick don't swear. And how long has this self harm thing been going on for?"
She asked, her eyes welling up in tears again. Nick grumbled something under his breath. "What?" Judy sobbed. Nick looked up at her with pained eyes, no longer the cocky pawpcicle hustler, but yet again a young, vunrable kit. "S-since th-the Bellwether inci-incident," He sobbed. "Nicky, that was 5 years ago! Why didn't you tell me?" Nick took a deep breath and said, his voice cracking like a teenager going through hihg school;
"I couldn't"