Fresh tears swam down his cheeks. "I'm lonely."
"But we're here," interrupted James. Sarah shushed him.
"It 'urtz so much," continued Henri, "I 'ave no one. No one related to me. No parents, no siblings. No one at all..."
"Explain how you got those awful cuts on your wrists," said a disturbed Sarah.
More tears fell down. Henri looked down in angry shame.
"I did zat," he simply said.
James gasped.
"Whatever made you do such a terrible thing?!" screamed Sarah.
"I..." he hesitated, "I just..."
"Yes? You..." James urged him.
"Well... it felt good." He said sounding surprised at his own words.
"Good? How ridiculous! You inflicted pain on yourself!" shrieked Sarah.
"And pain hurts ya know," continued James.
"Oh, I know..." Henri said lowly with a sickly grin.
Sarah winced, but then gasped.
Gripped in Henri's right hand was a small, but sharp knife. Blood was drying on it.
"You really DID slit yourself. But why, man?" asked a shocked James.
"Yes, why Henri?" questioned Sarah.
"You both vouldn't understand..." he trailed off.
He sighed.
"I know you too are an orphan James... but vhen I finally got to live vith Gilbert... he got killed vithin a year," he wiped away a tear.
The two nodded, remembering that terrible tragedy of Gilbert's death.
"Since then, vhen I came back 'ere, my life 'ad just... shattered," his eyes drooped down and he walked quietly away.