It was around eleven o'clock at night when Ellie finally walked through the door of the apartment she shared with Sean. She tried to be as quiet as possible, as she walked in and shut the door behind her. She could see Sean lying on the couch, fast asleep. It brought a small smile to her face. She walked over to where he was laying and pulled the blanket, that he usually only had out at night, over him and turned the TV off, putting the remote on the coffee table. She turned out the light and made her way to the bedroom.

Once she was inside, she shut the door, quietly, and walked over to the rickety bed. She threw her bag onto it and then sat down. She pulled her feet out of her boots and let them hit the semi cold floor. She drew in a shaky breath and leaned forward, letting her head fall into her hands.

She hated the fact that she had stayed out so late. She almost felt like a rebellious teenager. She hadn't even had a good excuse, had Sean been awake to ask what had taken so long. It only took about an hour, maybe a little more, to fill out a statement, down at the police station. She had been out of there by four fifteen at the latest. After she left the police station, she just walked around for a little bit. She hadn't wanted to go home, because she knew that Sean would ask about her kit. He would ask her why she had been carrying it around with her, when she had claimed to have stopped cutting.

Suddenly, something dawned on Ellie. She had left the kit lying on the floor, at the school. She stood up, way too fast, which caused her head to spin. What would have happened to it? Had one of the cops taken it? Had Raditch taken it? Had Sean thrown it out? Some of these questions were probably way out there, but she still thought them. Any one of them could've happened.

Ellie stumbled to the bedroom door and opened it, causing it to creak a little bit. She stumbled down the short length of the hallway and into the living room. She looked around, only being able to see thanks to the little bit of moonlight coming in through the window. She frantically looked around, searching for her kit, hoping that Sean had brought it home. Hoping that Sean hadn't thrown anything out.

She let out a breath of relief as she saw it, sitting on the table, in the kitchen area. Ellie put a hand to her chest, hoping that would help stop her heart from beating out of her chest.

Right as she started walking towards it, to retrieve it, Sean stirred. Ellie froze, hoping that he wouldn't wake up.

When she heard his light snoring, she walked the rest of the way and grabbed the kit off of the table. She turned around, glancing at Sean when she passed the couch, and headed for the bathroom. When she got inside, she shut the door and flipped on the light. She laid her kit in the sink and opened it. Once again, Ellie sighed with relief. All of her stuff was still in there. She took out a razor from one of the little pockets and held it in her palm. She didn't wrap her hand around it, knowing that it would leave behind a mark. So, she sat down and leaned against the bathtub.

She just held the razor in her hand, staring at it. Having a fight with herself. Should she cut? Should she put the razor back? Should she just throw away the kit completely? Should she go wake Sean up, so that she could talk it out?

She shook her head. She just didn't know what to do right now. Her mind was all over the place. She knew that she wasn't in her normal state of mind. She kept shaking her head, until a small sound was heard, which caused Ellie to freeze.

'Probably just Sean moving around again.' She said to herself.

She was wrong, for the most part though. Sean hadn't been moving around in his sleep, he had woken up and was walking to the bathroom.

When Ellie realized what was happening and what was about to happen, tears started to build in her eyes. When Sean opened the door, the tears spilled over and started running down her checks, two or three at a time. She looked up at him and let her arm drop down, her fingers curling around the razor a tiny bit as it laid on the floor.

"Ellie? Did you just now get in? What's wrong? Did something happen?" Sean asked, his speech a little bit slurred, due to sleep. When Sean saw what Ellie had in her hand, he walked over to her and knelt down in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders, looking into her beautiful green eyes. "Elle. What's wrong?" His voice was soft when he spoke.

Ellie gazed up into Sean's baby blues and lowered her head. "It's this whole Rick thing. It has me going insane. And the worst part is that I don't even understand why. It's not like he hurt me or did anything bad to me. I just... I don't know. I'm just really emotional and I don't know what to do." Ellie told him, sobbing. Sean stared at Ellie for a second, before pulling her towards him, into a tight hug.

Ellie wrapped her arms around Sean's neck, dropping the razor to the floor in the process.

Sean rubbed a hand up and down Ellie's back, trying to soothe her.