A small slit that grows slowly bigger.

A smile forms on his lips.

His arm throbs as he lifts the knife and watched the blood seep through his clothes, soaking his trousers.

He is at home here, no-one disturbs him. No-one questions him.

He doesn’t hear the door open or the gasp that follows.

A hang grabs his shoulder and he turns to look into the eyes of his best friend.

“What’ve you done?” the friend whispers. “Jay…”

James ignores him, his blue eyes once again fixed on his arm. He wants it to be over, he wants it to end.

He hates his life and everything in it! He hates everyone in it! They lied to him. For three years they fed him pure lies! And he believed it! But know he knows the truth! What did he do to deserve it?

He raises the knife again but his friend prises it out of his hand.

“Stop it, Jay!”

“Come to lie some more?” his voice comes out cold, but he doesn’t care. “Richard given you another script of endless lies to say?” He turned his eyes on the on the shocked brunette. “Just say what you have to say and get out!”

The friend’s lower lip trembles, “Jay! We didn-!”

“I don’t want to hear it, Matt!” the blond stands up and faces him. “Now give me the knife!”

Matt takes a shaky step back, “No.” He moves the knife further away.

James lunges for it, Matt jerks back, but not quick enough. The knife slits James’ palm! He smiles at the pain.

“Not deep enough!”

“Jay! No!” Matt heads for the door but James reaches it first, blocking his way.

Matt notices, for the first time, the look of madness in his friend’s eyes. Not insanity though, hurt. Matt feels his heart sink.

What’ve I done?