Dustin played like there was no tomorrow. Music had become his other outlet. He didn't think himself that good but still he played. Still he played to relax his soul. Still he played to make everything seem like it was okay. Still it never helped as much as cutting did. Cutting was the outlet he had learned for his depression. He had suicidal tendencies but his guardian angel would never let him die. Always stole him from the angel of deaths embrace. He wished it was not so those times he tried to kill himself. He looked at her as she walked into the bathroom. He resumed playing like he hadn't stopped. He heard her come out but didn't answer her question at first. Stopping playing for a second. "Yes and no." He said simply. "I'll clean it up in a minute." He said simply. He shook his head. "No. I took care of it." He said. "Thank you for the offer." He did not want a woman or a man touching him. Not after what he had gone through growing up. He looked at her and smiled a bit. "Thank you for the kind offer. I am just gonna play." He said. He began playing again and this time as he played he began to sing.<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/COMpeSepvWk"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/COMpeSepvWk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>