Amethyst woke up in the middle of the night, around 3:00 am.

She looked at her now healed arm, it looked so.. empty, without fresh cuts.

She didn't want to but she *had* to.

She tip tied to the bathroom, silently shutting and locking the door. She opened the cabinet to see that the razors weren't there. Neither was Stevens razor that was normally in the shower.

She started to panic then heard walking.

"Amethyst? You okay?"

It was peridot. She sounded so tired.

"I- uh yeah I'm okay! Are you?"

Amethyst asked through the door.

"Yeah just tired" she let out an exhausted obviously forced laugh.

"Same" amethyst replied.

"Well let me know if you need anything, okay?"

Peridot answered.

"Mhm" amethyst quickly mumbled, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"There has to be *something..* " amethyst said in her mind.

she finally found a disposable razor, it's not ideal but it'll do.

She sat in front of the bathroom door, gripping the handle and turning it over, she examines the plastic prongs holding the thin blades in place.

With no time to waste she carefully pulls back the plastic prongs, releasing the blades.

She picked one up and held it to her skin on her upper arm.

She didn't know why she was going to do it, she wasn't even sad. She just *had* to.

She pressed the blade down firmly on her purple skin, pulling the small blade along her arm. A huge bloodless gash not as big as before but about an inch and a half wide.

It felt so good in the moment, but then the guilt hit her like a train.

Panic too.

She didn't know how she was going to hide it. She put a thin bandage over it, holding it together. She quietly snuck out of the bathroom and walked over to Stevens art supplies hoping that neither Steven or peridot woke up.

She rummaged through the bin, she found some purple paint, it didn't match her skin tone, it was too light.

She found some dark blue and black paint, she mixed the colors until it matched her skin.

She pasted it onto the bandage.

She quietly walked over to her spot on the couch and laid down, on her non painted arm.

She eventually fell sleep.

(9:27am)

"Amethyst?" Steven called out.

"Hm?" She responded.

"What's on your arm?"

(Insert dramatic sound effect here)