STARTER [Anyone can join if they want to, really]
Tate laid in his bed looking up in the ceiling and played his fingers around the razor he had in his hand. He felt the cold metal and tried not to give into his urges, but it was as always almost impossible. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, sat up and watched the blueish veins on his skinny wrists.
Just as he was about to give in to the voices in his head and drag that godforsaken blade over his body like he had done too many times before, the door to his room slowly opened..