Slash. Slash. Slash. Each cut dug deeper into my skin. And you know what? It felt fucking good. The blood that seeped and poured onto the cold tile floor and the burn that the razor left felt fucking amazing. So what how my legs, arms, and chest felt afterwards? No one would ever know. No one could ever know. Not my family. Not my friends. Not a girlfriend even if I were to propose. When they saw me, they saw a happy young guy that had it all together, someone who could smile and make a fucking joke about whatever, no matter the seriousness. They saw a good looking guy in his mid twenties that could take care of himself, that never seemed to know a bad day in his life. My breathe shuttered as I let the metal cut my skin, blood rushing to get out and be free. I smirked. I wasn't like those dumb people who cut on the wrist, I made sure to do it at my elbow and up. That wad as long as I had some long sleeved material on I was fine. I had made that mistake only once when I was younger, a teacher had seen. Luckily that week I had moved to the other side of America. "Fuck" I cried out as the razor dipped into me. There was only one problem with the whole fucking thing. I was in public. I had to be at vidcon, all my fans were expecting me to be there. I had basically begged my manager not to go, but the blonde haired girl was stubborn. I was forced to be here. I don't know what drove me into the bathroom, or why I just so happened to be carrying a razor. I guess it was a habit anymore. Sighing, I decided that I had enough, and was about to put the razor up and get off the ground to clean up the ground when the stall door opened. Looming over me was a blonde man with eyes that looked like they were watching murder.
"Toby" the Swedish accent said in shock. Pewdiepie.

Felix POV

"Toby" I could barely even whisper at this point. Toby sat there, his arm and chest covered in slits and blood, a razor in his hands, and a look of pure horror on his face. Honestly my face was probably wasn't any better. But when I heard someone cry out in pain 'fuck', and saw the blood, what was I suppose to do? For all I knew the person was badly injured! But when I saw that it was Toby...
"I-I can explain" he started. I nodded to let him go on, but when he proceeded to try, he just ended up with no explanation. I felt so bad for him...
"Toby. Can we please talk about this?" I begged. He looked whiter then paper, a look of pure shame covered his face. He looked down a moment, and when he finally looked up, his face proved to show he was about to cry. He grabbed some paper towels, doing his best to clean up the blood. "Don't worry about it Toby, I can get someone in here to clean it up. Making an excuse won't be hard" I offered. He nodded, slowly getting up and walking with me. Off to the hotel we go.

Toby POV

"Here we are" I said, Felix pulling the car up to my house. We went inside, my body still bleeding, burning with the after sting of the fucking razor. How had I been so stupid!? I left the stall unlocked; I was cutting at vidcon where millions of people were going just to see YouTubers. And of course it had to be Felix to walk in on me mid cut. I know I needed help, but honestly I didn't care. Viewers went to Felix for screaming, Shane Dawson for perverted and serious jokes, Jenna Marbles for rants, and me for senseless child like humor. So why was Pewdie even helping me? Thinking about it, he should be laughing at me right now! So why wasn't he? Walking inside after unlocking the door, I looked down. I couldn't even look up to the blonde beauty. How am I supposed to explain myself? I had no abusive childhood, no rape story. My friends and family all loved me, so how could I say "I just felt like it"?
Miserably, my hand slide down to my pocket, where the rusty silver line of steel resided.

"Toby!" I heard the familiar accent say in shock. My hand instinctively shot away, as the tears had a marathon down my face. This was pathetic, I was pathetic!

At first I was afraid to cry in front of the Swede, he was so pleasant to be around, and this was my first time meeting him. Then I didn't even give a fuck. This was my god Damn house, and I had every fucking right to cry! I fell onto the couch in a heap, my limbs staying where ever they landed. Was there even a point to existing anymore? Just when I thought I should take the metal out and slit my throat, a pair of warm arms embraced me, holding me tightly. Confused, I looked up to see none other than Felix holding me, stroking my hair and whispering that it was ok, like a mother did to her upset child. I buried my head in his chest, sobbing my heart out. I wasn't sorry I got caught, yet at the same time I was. Why was I so confused? Anymore I couldn't tell anger apart from sadness. I guess it all just wrapped into depression. Was that what this was? Depression? I was just making it up, there was no way I could be depressed. Right?

Felix POV

I cradled the sobbing brown-eyed boy until I heard him calm down, the tears subsiding. It took me about ten minutes to realize he had fallen asleep. Quietly picking him up, I carried him to what could only be his bedroom, softly laying him down on the bed. He was peaceful this way, but I knew when he would wake he would be hurting. I looked around, trying to think of something to clean his scars with. After ten minutes of finding things, and twenty minutes of quietly cleaning the cuts, I finally let him be. I made sure he looked comfortable, then left the bedroom tacitly. I had a lot to think about. Thankfully, Vidcon was still a week away. The following week was filled with rehearsals, tours and sightseeing. Thinking over the whole ordeal made me nervous. What could have caused Toby so much pain? What kind of person would I be if I were to just leave Toby after vidcon? To go home, and act like nothing happened? I couldn't do that, no way. It wouldn't matter if I did go home or not, I brought the supplies I needed for recording, and it's not like I had anyone waiting for me. Maya and Marzia had moved out after we broke up, leaving me with nobody but my camera's as company. I had considered getting a pet, but just never got around to doing so. I could just extend my stay at the hotel, or find somewhere to live. It was no big deal, I just wanted to help Toby. Whatever or whoever did this to him will pay. There was no doubt about that. Looking around his apartment, I swore I heard something, like little tapping's. I looked around, seeing nothing. When I thought I was sure, I went on looking about his house, only to hear the tapping again!

"Hello?" I called out softly, not wanting to wake up Tobuscus. More tapping, and this time it was getting closer. I desperately looked around, unsure of what to expect.

"Arf Arf" I jumped, turning to see a small dog sitting on the ground, looking up expectantly at me. Sighing with relief, I crouched down, petting the small dog. I laughed to myself. I had been scared by a dog! I closed my eyes, relaxing a bit. It just hit me how tired I was. Deciding to sleep on the couch, I searched his house for a blanket. After three different rooms, I finally settled down with a small brown blanket, lying on the couch. I let my eyelids fall, thinking about what to do, my situation…until…I…finally…

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