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Ranpo was Extremely overwhelmed by the time he got back to his apartment after work. He had almost had a meltdown in the middle of work and could feel himself starting to dissociate. “Fuck.” he thought to him self letting him self into his apartment closing the door behind him. He slid down onto the floor holding his head in his hands. He hated this feeling. The feeling of not being in his body. The feeling of floating above it. It’s like he couldn’t control what he was doing. He hated it. He needed to ground himself. He stood up trying to brush off the blurriness and made his way into his bed room and sat down on the bed. Opening the drawer next to him he pulled out a blade he kept in there for times like these. He knew he shouldn’t do it. It’s like a voice in his head was telling him to stop. But he needed to do this. It was the only thing that helped. He rolled up his sleeves and pressed the blade against his skin making an indent . He pulled the blade across his skin slicing it the cut turning red. He continued to do this, one, two , theee, four, five, six, Seven more times until he had eight cuts on his arms he could feel himself start to come back to reality but it wasn’t enough. He switched what hand the blade was in and made the same amount of cuts on the other arm. This time he went deep the cuts turning white before filling up with blood. He could feel himself getting grounded and and looked down at what he had down.
They sighed Setting the razor in the drawer and closing it before making their way to the bathroom. They washed their arms off, before disinfecting the wounds and bandaging them up. They made their way back into their room and changed into comfortable clothes. Grabbing their journal from beside the bed the wrote exactly what had happened before setting the journal back into the drawer. They got under the covers and soon feel a sleep.