Chapter 7-

Raivis glanced over at his two brothers, before he looked up at Ivan. "I'm going home," he finally decided before he broke away from Ivan and left the house in a hurry.

"Raivis wait!" Ivan yelled after him, but Raivis was already out of the house. "What the hell Toris. Eduard?" he asked his voice growling with anger.

"Wait…Toris…this probably wasn't a good idea…" he suddenly said his eyes moving to Toris slowly.

"What the hell are you talking about Eduard?" he asked as he looked over at his brother. Suddenly he understood when he saw the look on Eduard's face. "Shit, I forgot…" he growled, before he ran past Ivan and out of the house.

Ivan took a step to prevent Eduard from leaving. "What promise?" he asked as he stared down at him with cold eyes.

Eduard looked up at him, before pushing his glasses up. "Raivis made us promise that we would allow him to be with anyone that he wished to be with. If not…well, we don't want that to happen," he said, before he slipped past Ivan and ran after Toris.

Ivan turned and stared after Eduard, before his eyes widened. "No Raivis…" he breathed as he ran after the two.

Breathless Raivis finally got home from a shortcut he had found when he started to visit Toris's house often. Slipping inside the dark house, he made his way slowly to the kitchen. It did have the sharpest knives that he kept. As he opened the drawer and looked down at the shining silver, his blood began to boil. They had promised, and yet they broke that promise. How could he trust them?

Raivis picked up a sharp looking one, before he slid down to the ground. His eyes stared at the glint, before he set it down. He took his whole shirt off, before he picked up the knife and drew small lines into his chest. Not that it mattered any.

He winced at the feeling, but it also felt good. Once he was done putting small marks on his chest he stared down to see the blood slowly trailing down. Setting the knife down once more he stared down at his wrist.

Oh how wonderful it would look with some red right now. As Raivis picked up the knife and placed it on his skin there was a pound on the door, before he heard it open.

Raivis slowly brought his head up to see whom it was, and was surprised to see that it was Ivan. "I-Ivan…" he whispered his hand weakening, which caused the sharp blade to cut the blonde's as it fell to the ground. Raivis winced in pain, his purple eyes staring down at the blood that was gushing out. Closing his eyes he fell to the side as he fainted.