<span style="font-style: italic">Natasha nodded her head. "Alright my friend. I will be waiting for you." she says softly. Leaving to go get their items.</span><br/><br/>Dustin heard her words and sank to the the floor inside the bathroom. "She didn't...have to say that part. I already knew that. Why does she have to be such a wicked woman? She didn't need to go there." he whispers. Pulling out his knife and stares at the sanitized yet stained blade. "Such hurtful words from her...I didn't even do anything but try to defend myself." He whispers. "Such emotional pain...why does she hate me....she doesn't even know me." He pulled up his right sleeve. Running the water in the tub. "Let her think I am washing...she won't know the pain she caused me. Even if she did...she wouldn't care. Mother never cared...she enjoyed it." He whispers. Tears in his eyes as he slid the blade across his lower arm. Cutting himself twice. He let his arm fall into the water of the tub as he just watched the blood makes its way out of the wounds. "Now the pain has rationality. Now I am in true pain...not the other pain." he says under his breath.