"Tally? What's going on?" David asked as he quietly crept into Tally's tent just in time to see her swipe her knife down her arm and blood begin to pour from the cut. Tally cried out in pain, yet swiped the knife yet again, on her other arm. There was so much blood, David couldn't let her do this to herself.
"Tally! Stop! What do you think you're doing?"
"Go away!"
"No Tally…you need help. You're not mentally stable."
"I thought I had an ugly head?"
"I thought so too."
Silence fell over the tent as Tally cut her palm. More blood.
David got closer to Tally. "Please…."
Tally turned to face David and her knife cut into David's shoulder.
"Tally!"
She grabbed his arm and bit into it.
David yelped. "What on earth are you doing?"
Tally didn't answer but held the knife up to her neck, attempting suicide.
"Tally! Don't!"
"Why should I?"
David just stared into her eyes, she was scared. He could tell. "I love you."
Then Tally dropped to the ground. Was she dead? Or just unconscious? David took her in his arms and set out on his hoverboard. He hated cities but he had to get Tally to a hospital.
