L sank down to the bathroom floor. He was crying, tears flowing freely down his face. He had been sitting on his bed, not sleeping, he couldn't sleep. He just...snapped!
He curled up in a little ball, not even trying to contain himself. He sobbed freely, something he never does. In the back of his mind, he hoped that Watari wasn't watching the cameras. That would be trouble.
He found his hand automatically reaching up, to the open a certain drawer...NO! He can't do that! There are cameras! He grunted, pulling himself up off of the floor.
As he stood up, he slipped his hand into the drawer, using his body to block the cameras. He opened the door, and went back to his bed. Getting under the covers, he held the blade tightly.
As soon as his body was concealed, he opened his hand and revealed the small razor he was holding. Immediately, he held it up to his arm. He slowly pressed it into his skin, reveling in the pain. His mind slowed, and soon calmed.
He brought the blade up again for round two. After six slashes, he was finally able to fall asleep. He had no dreams that night.
