Edmund began to bandage his arm up to stop the bleeding. Why was he like this? Why couldn't he just be happy? His heart stopped as he heard footsteps coming his way. He hadn't finished cleaning up.
"Edmund?" Peter said with a knock at the door.
"Edmund come on I know you're in there."
If he let Peter in, he'd see everything.
"Just leave me alone." He mumbled.
"I didn't mean what I said. I wasn't thinking."
"Yes you did." He replied with a soft break in his voice from crying.
"I know you miss dad. We all do. But that doesn't mean you have to be so mean to everyone all the time."
"What, so this is my fault?"
"No I didn't mean it like that. I meant-"
Edmund roller down his sleeve, pushed open the door and ran past Peter and into the corridor.
"Edmund!" His brother was calling after him. Since he didn't have enough time to bandage up, his wrists were still bleeding rapidly. He couldn't run anymore, he felt very faint. Everything around him started spinning and he felt a pair of arms catch him before he saw black.
Peter ran after his little brother and caught him just before he hit the ground. "Edmund? Ed!" He shook him gently. He put two fingers to Edmunds throat an felt for a pulse. He was relieved but still mildly concerned as it was very weak. Suddenly, he felt something wet on his hands. "What the-"
It was blood. Only then did he notice his sleeves were soaked with it. Nervous, he began to pull it up.
He felt his entire body stiffen when he saw what it was. There were many cuts and slashes on both Edmund's arms. He ripped off a part of his own shirt and used it to wrap it up to stop the bleeding before it was too late. "Susan!! Lucy!!" He screamed, tears falling down his cheeks. "What's the matter?" They both ran towards him. When they saw their little brother unconscious in the arms of Peter, they stopped. "Go get someone, QUICK!!"
When they left, Peter looked down at Ed and whispered, "I'm so sorry, Edmund. I love you so much but why, why would you do this to yourself??" He snivelled.