He opened a drawer to get some tissues and clean himself up, but something caught his eye.

And it was something shiny.

It was a small box cutter he used for opening packages for Burns and for a few other reasons, but he found a new way to use it. He slid the blade out a bit and pressed it to his upper right arm. Waylon put more pressure on the cutter and made a slice. He kept going until his arm was pouring blood and soaking into his white shirt. He didn't care, this felt good, so he kept it up. Slice after slice, he cut himself, feeling the previously warm blood sluicing down his arm.

Waylon stood after about five minutes and wiped the clots and blood off as much as he could and put his jacket back on.

He walked down to his parked car, started it, and drove home to his apartment. As soon as he stepped in, his blood-soaked shirt was put in the washer and his arm beneath a flow of water from his shower.

Waylon watched the bloodied water go down the drain and stood there, numb, waiting for the blood to get off of his skin.

When he was done he got some bandages and hydrogen peroxide from his medicine cabinet to patch up his arm.

"I really should use something instead of that box cutter, it's not clean..."

He took note of that thought and jotted it down on his grocery list for tomorrow. It was Friday, so he was off of work for the weekend now.

He felt something fluffy on his leg and looked down.

"Aww, hi Hercules,"

The tiny dog wagged his tail and licked his face. Waylon heard his belly growl.

"Oh, hungry? Come on, boy,"

He fed Hercules his canned dog food and put fresh water in his bowl. He then left to go to bed, having exhausted himself from the crying.

Waylon parked his car in the grocery store parking lot and stepped out. He locked his car and walked into the store, taking the list out of his pocket and getting everything he needed. He flipped the note over to make sure he got everything, and saw the various medical supplies and tools he wrote down. He sighed but knew he had to or else he would get an infection.

He went to the aisle full of medical supplies and got bandages, gauze, hydrogen peroxide, a scalpel, and medical tape. Waylon then went to the aisle with craft supplies and got an xacto knife, a new box cutter, and a small wooden box to put them in, then he went to the shaving aisle and got a pack of double edge razor blades.

The cashier didn't seem to notice how strange the items were and bagged them without knowing what he was going to use them for. He carried the bags out to his car, started it, and went back home.

All the groceries were put in their places, Hercules was fed and given water, and Waylon's box was now filled with his blades and medical supplies. He put the box on a shelf in his room so Hercules couldn't poke around in it and get hurt.

His phone rang.

He pulled it out of his pocket and answered.

"Hello?"

"Smithers! The housekeeper is sick and I need you to fill in for her tomorrow. The shift starts at 7:00 AM, and I'll give you 75 dollars an hour."

"Okay, sir. I'll be there."

75 dollars an hour?!

He would definitely have enough money for some new blades and bandages when it was time to get some more.

A/N

Hi guys. I hope you like the story so far! Yeah, I know cutting isn't good, but it's central to this story. I cut too, actually, so I can seriously relate to this.

If you want to suggest something for the story, you can message me or something.

- Ash