"I'm sick of this now."
I got up off the living room room floor and stormed my way up to Chanyeol's room. He had been crying for the past week and it was really starting to get to me. His constant wails of sadness, his pitiful brooding, his new permanent residence in his room, his ignoring me, I was just totally sick and tired of it all.
I banged on the door.
"Park Chanyeol, I swear if you don't open this door right now, I will call Tao and make him break it to hell down! Open up!" I screamed at him. Immediately I heard the lock click and the door opened. But the thing that got to me was that he quickly scurried into the bathroom as soon as I put one foot inside the room.
I raced towards the bathroom door and banged on that too.
"OPEN TO HELL UP! CHANYEOL!" I shouted again. All I herad were scared whimpers. That was strange. Usually it was outright wails of anguish and crying. Never soft whimpers. I glanced around the room to see if I could pick the lock with anything. But what caught my eye was indeed silver but not the good kind.

There were razors on the bed, along with spots of blood on the sheet.

I stared in unadultered horror.
"Ch-Ch-CHANYEOL!" I went open the door but he did it for me. His head was bowed and his hands were wet and bandaged.
I stared at them, then at his hidden face, and then back to his hands.
"Chanyeol.." I was hurt. I really was. This was why he was ignoring me.
"Can I have a hug?" He asked, his voice high, hurt, sad and he looked as if he was about  to collapse.
I literally crushed his waist with my tiny arms.
I felt a cool wet substance on my head and ears.

My poor baby Channie was crying.