Gold had no idea why he had put the blade to his arm. He had no idea why he had pulled the razor across his skin. Letting out his own life force. He was insane, wasn't he...? As the blood pooled out Gold sat there staring at it, utterly hypnotized by the alluring plasma. Gold closed his eyes slightly and let out a sigh. Why wasn't there pain? Why had this felt good? None of it made any sense. Gold heard a knock at the door. "Come in." Gold said before he quickly put on his sweater. His Mother entered the room. "There's a boy at the door. He says he knows you. He's in the living room, want me to send him up?" She asked. Gold nodded his head and could hear the hammering of his heart.
"Never thought I'd see you at my house Silvy." Gold said as he closed the door. The redhead was sitting on his bed. "Well it wasn't really my idea of how I wanted to spend the rest of my day." Silver replied as he snorted. Gold ignored the redhead's eyes scanning the room. "Whatever. I'm pretty sure I know what you're here for. You want the razors, right?" Gold asked. "Yes I do. So give them to me!" Silver snapped. Gold shook his head before smiling slightly. "I want to help you Silvy." Gold replied. Silver just stared at the other. It seemed he wasn't going to give up on this stupid fantasy...
"Can you not?" Silver asked as he glared at Gold. The golden eyed male moved away from over Silver's shoulder. "Sorry. I just want to make sure you're fine." Gold replied sheepishly. "You could always do that by asking. Not by watching what I write. Besides, what's wrong with writing? It helps me feel better." Silver stated. "I'm not sure. But I just want you to know that I am here for you." Gold said as he popped a piece of gum into his mouth. "Yes, I know that. Which clearly shows that you don't know how to take no for an answer." Silver retorted. "Do you want your razors back or not?"
Gold had made Silver a deal. If Gold was allowed to hang out with him and watch over him Gold would possibly give back the razors. The young suicidal teen had agreed because he wanted his tools back. Silver had no clue that Gold was using the razors to hurt himself. It wasn't a habit that Gold had meant to pick up, it just sort of happened.
"You're never going to give them back!" Silver yelled. "Huh? What? I don't understand. I said I might give them back to you." Gold replied with a smirk. "You're a dick. I hate you." Silver hissed under his breath. "Oh be quiet Silvy. You know you love me. I could have thrown out the razors." Gold said with a grin. Silver only smacked Gold on the head. "You're still a dick for not giving them back to me. I spent good money on them."
"I thought I told you not to hang out with Silver." Crystal said with a frown. "He's not that bad. You shouldn't be judging him just because of his habits!" Gold snapped. "Gold, I seriously hope that you remember your promise. I'm worried that you'll..." Crystal mumbled as her voice trailed off. "I'm going to keep my promise. Don't worry. I'm not going to fall back into that dark path again." Gold assured his friend. "Only if you're sure. It's just that you've been kind of distant lately. Your Mother asked me to speak with you." Crystal stated. "Mom is always overprotective. Trust me, I'm fine. Don't worry about a thing Crys. Now I have to go and meet Silvy." Gold said as he got up. "Okay. But please trend carefully..."
"You're really pissing me off. Just give me back my damn razors." Silver hissed. "Can't Silvy. You have to earn them." Gold said in a cheerfully tone. Silver almost gagged. The sickening cheerfulness was just disgusting. "I don't have to earn the right to die, now do I?" Silver asked in a mocking tone. "Maybe you do and maybe you don't." Gold replied with a smirk. "You're a dick!" Silver snapped before he got up and left.
Gold sat on his bed and sighed. He wasn't too sure about what to do know. His promise had been forgotten thanks to his habit he had picked up. Gold stared at the razor that was on his night table. Gold was confused. How did he let such a small item take over his life? How did he let it control him? Gold let out a small hiss as he picked up the razor and threw it at his wall. It only clattered to the floor and Gold hurried to inspect it. It was totally fine and Gold felt guilty. Why did he throw it? It wasn't the one at fault, Gold was.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Silver asked with an annoyed look on his face. "I'm not exactly staring... I'm more like... Scrutinizing you." Gold replied. "Oh look. You've learned big words. Congratulation." Silver said in a sarcastic tone. "No need to be so rude Silvy. I'm just trying to dilate my vocabulary." Gold retorted. "Well it's annoying. Just shut up and stop scrutinizing me you dick!" Silver snapped. Gold sighed and nodded his head before sliding down in his seat.
Gold stared at the razor in his hands. Was he really about to do this? Gold took a deep breath as he slowly traced his veins with the razor. He felt a shiver of anticipation as he waited for the blood to appear. His habit, his addiction was going to be his downfall. As Gold watched the blood pour out he squeezed his eyes shut. What was he doing? Was he insane? Gold bit his bottom lip as he made a swift and deep cut on his Axillary artery and made another deep cut on his Brachial artery. Gold was feeling slightly dizzy but was pretty much numb to the pain. As he continued to make more and more cuts he ended up sitting down on the ground before he finally passed out.