When he couldn’t hold up his mask any longer and the bricks in the wall started to crumble piece by piece, he cut deeper and deeper.

When the nightmares worsened, he took more and more sleeping pills to ease the pain.

When even the sleeping pills stopped working, he tried to stop sleeping, but when that also failed, he fell deeper into his dark hole of grief and depression.

When his brain became consumed with negative thoughts and cutting no longer helped, he pulled the trigger on himself.

Just a short two shot I never got around to finishing until now. Happy Reading and feel free to comment!