Chell was very worried. Wheatley hadn't acted this strange before. Every once in a while he'd glance over at the kitchen and he scratched himself more than any human should. He said it was because of a 'rash'. But, even if so, Chell was worried.
She was holding Wheatley's hand and held it tight. Wheatley wondered why she held so tight, but stopped thinking about it when he thought about suicide again. His eyes averted to the kitchen knifes. His brain rushed in the thought about the pain, the warmth of the blood, oh how good it would feel. How good it would feel to not be able to hurt Chell again. A smile formed on his face.
Chell smiled when she saw Wheatley's smile, the last time she saw him smile so softly and nicely was before he went insane. Her grip loosened and her worries started to leave, then she felt something, an urge. Oh no.
She had to use the bathroom.
But, where was a bathroom in Aperture? Chell hadn't seen one in a while but she had to go real bad. She raced over to GLaDOS.
GLaDOS's eyes turned to Chell when she raced inside. "Yes...what is it?" She asked, her voice sounding not as monotone as it usually is.
"W-Where are the...umm...bathrooms?" Chell asked quickly, REALLY needing to go.
GLaDOS pointed to a wooden door that was on the other side of the room, she said thanks, then went to use it.
Wheatley found the perfect chance to do his plans, he quickly walked into the kitchen, grabbed a small cutting knife, hid it behind his back, then raced to the men's bathroom.
He ran infront of a mirror, his eyes were afraid of himself. His hair needed to be combed badly, and he could go for a shower. He looked down into the sink and raised the knife.
"Should I go through with this?" Wheatley's grip became tighter on the knife. He sighed deeply. "Yes. It would help Chell's safety..."
The knife he was holding soon made contact with the skin of the top of the middle of his right arm, it hurt but it was bareable. Blood started dripping to the floor making a plip, plop sound like you would hear with the shower leaking slightly.
The red liquid started running over the floor and all around his arm. The warmth of it felt, good to his surprise. He raised the bloody knife and cut the middle of his left hand. When he clenched his hand it hurt but felt good, the dark blood running down his arm and some fell on his shirt.
The knife was half-covered in blood. A smile formed on his face, a happy one. His dear Chell would safe when this was over with, but who knew committing suicide would be so much...
Fun.
His hand moved the knife over to his shoulder as he cut that, blood leaking down his right side. Then he even went so far as to cutting his veins and he even cut his tendons out of his feet, sore but still felt good.
After a few dozen cuts, he decided to finish it, but he heard a knock on the door before he could and before he knew it, the loss of blood made him faint.
Darkness surrounding him, the last thing he heard was...
"Wheatley! Are you in there?"