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Marvin slammed the bathroom door shut.
He sobbed.
He pulled open his drawer and grabbed his razor, taking it apart.
He took the silver blade out, admiring it in his hand through his tears. He's a terrible father.
He brings the sharp point to his arm, dragging it across quickly, watching the blood form in small little droplets across his normally pale skin.
He takes the other end of the blade, and digs it deep into his flesh, pulling it apart, watching blood fill the valley between his skin.
He puts his hands down on the floor beside him and cries into his knees.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip
It dripped onto his white tiles.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He'd have to clean that up now.
Drip.
Drip.
Knock.
What?
Knock
Knock
Knock.
Whizzer had gotten home from work. He had a long photoshoot today, as its coming up towards christmas. Imagine that, a gay, jewish man taking photos of kids with santa for christmas, something he doesnt even celebrate. Marvin found it ironic.
"Marvin? You in there?"
Whizzer calls out to the bathroom. He was worried, really worried. This had happened one too many times on a bad night. They had fought this morning, Marvin had been drinking scotch for the past 2 hours, thinking. It's never good when he thinks, in the nicest way possible.
Whizzer starts to bang on the door.
"Marvin, i know you're in there. I can smell blood, unlock the door or I swear to God I will break it."
Marvin gets up to unlock the door, realising how much blood he was sitting in. He's lightheaded as he grabs the key off of the counter, shoving into the doors keyhole, twisting and twisting till it's open.
Whizzer pops his head in and his eyes widen in horror. He shivers slightly as he looks at Marvin.
"Oh dear God, marv. You've really done it this time."
He looks at Marvin with concern and worry. He can't help but think Marvin is an idiot for this, aswell.
Whizzer reaches into the cabinet above the sink, grabbing gauze and a bandage.
"Cmere, marvie."
Marvin makes absolutely NO effort to move.
"Marvin. Get over here''
Marvin gets to his feet, stepping over to his boyfriend without saying a word. The guilt he's drowning in right now is way too much for him to bear. He lifts his arm into Whizzers hand, feeling lightheaded from getting up so fast and from the bleeding. He's never been good when seeing blood, so gods know why he started cutting.
Whizzer sprays the antiseptic spray onto marvins arm, making marvin wince, as it stung him. Whizzer covers his lovers wounds in gauze before wrapping them in ace bandages and kissing the bandage, like any good boyfriend.
"I love you, marvin. Let's go to bed, yeah?"
"Yeah. I love you too, whizz."