I hold it, shaking, ready to die, when he barges in through the door. Literally through it. The lock snaps in half as he tears his way into the bathroom and toward me. "Don't do it!" he screams, over and over again. It's hurting my ears, forcing me to wince, forcing the blade down into my wrist. "What the h*ll are you doing!?!?!" I wince again, but this time because the blade is being yanked out of my flesh. The pain takes over then, and I collapse into his arms.