Matthew had enjoyed having her and even her uncle Tecca there the whole week. He had been really sad when she had to go home to do work. That evening he'd been let out of the hospital. He reluctantly went home. No sooner had he gotten home then a fist impacted his face. A kick and then a punch then he had been thrown up the stairs. He had scrambled up them and ran into his room. Locking the door and stayed there. That night he cut his hand on a corner of the cabinet. Getting it to stop bleeding as it was just a single scratch. He bandaged it with a bandaid then went to bed. He woke early the next morning and showered. He took his blade into the shower and began to cut on his left palm. Then up to his wrist. Then up to halfway up his lower arm. Then on the centimeter beneath the elbow. Then a few more cuts between the ones he already made. Then dropped the blade into the water of the shower. The seven cuts or so bleeding trails down his arm that got washed away by the pouring down shower water. He closed his eyes and then washed his form. Washing out the cuts and didn't even really wince when they were cleaned. He then got out. Wrapping the cuts one at a time then wrapped them together. He got dressed and headed out of the house. Skipping out while the getting was good. He hoped he got a ghost pet soon. Be nice to have someone to talk to again. He walked all the way to the tea house and walked inside. Seeing her he smiled a bit. The wounds still bleeding a bit more than last time so the bandaging was getting more and more blood filled in the areas of the cuts. He didn't notice it yet.