i understand

Blood. 

It's all over the bathroom sink. 

I see a small paring knife beside the sink with red on the tip. 

Panic overtook me and I feel afraid. I'm not used to seeing blood other than my own. 

I called out his name. It should only be us in this house. 

My eyes followed the trail of blood down the sink and onto the tile. 

I slowly follow it, leading me outside and into the bedroom. I'm shaking with horror. 

And there he is, sitting on the floor, covering his blood-soaked wrist. 

I then heard something. I realized it was me letting out a scream. 

He was crying and I was crying. 

I asked him why. And I finally understand. 

I now know how it feels like when somebody sees me like this. When I'm at my worst. 

It broke me apart seeing him crashing down, wanting to escape so badly like how I wanted to. 

And now I understand.