Comfort.

You did it again. Ellie, you did it again. You promised me Ellie and you lied because I watched you last night. That shiny, little, terrifying blade tore against your flesh and I couldn’t do anything. You told me to stay away from you whenever you do this. You don’t want any stains for Mum or Dad to see, you said.

But, I love you. I feel it is mandatory to comfort you. So I did. I stalked over to you and nuzzled against your skin. You sobbed and tried to push me away. I refused to move. You held me close, then. Your body shook as you bawled.
I couldn’t do anything, Ellie. You do this to yourself. You do this, and I can’t stop it. The only thing I can do is curl up next to you and make sure you fall asleep.
You didn’t even clean up. You just let the blood stain everything; the floor, your bed, your hands, my body. Everything has your mark now, Ellie.

I wish you knew what you were doing to yourself. Or to me.