"How do you feel, Tyler?" I cried, holding his razor above my wrist, my hand - well, more like my entire body - shaking violently.

"Logan, dont! Stop it!" He replied, tears streaming down his pale face.

"You have no right to tell me to stop! Why is it okay for you to do it, but I have to fucking stop?!"

"You dont get it!" He pulled his thin rimmed glasses off his face and wiped them.

"What exactly dont I get, Tye? That you're allowed to hurt yourself because you're down?" I yelled, my voice raising an octave.

"I didn't say that! I-"

"How do you think we feel? Me, and Taige and Branden and.. And your parents, Tye! How do they feel?"

"I'm sorry!" He screamed, throwing his glasses across the room.

I know I should have stopped then, I know I shouldn't have done any of it in the first place, but I was angry and upset, for lack of a better word... I mean, how would you feel? Walking into your best friends room to see him with a razor to his wrist? I knew he cut, we all did, it was impossible not to notice the scars, but that was just... I cant even begin to describe it.

I pressed the blade to my wrist and pushed it inwards slightly, breaking the skin. It didnt actually hurt as bad as I thought, but it was more than a tickle, I tell you.

"Logan!" Tye moaned, and pressed his face to his bedsheets, sobbing loudly.

I pulled the razor away from my skin, carefully holding it securely in my other hand.

"Look, Tye. Look at me." I commanded, sounding a lot stronger than I felt.

The tears were rushing down again, his and mine, as he reluctantly raised his head to see the damage.

"Oh God." He cried as blood made a slow trail down my arm from the wounded skin.

'Shit' I thought as the throbbing in my wrist began, 'I didnt cut that deep, did I?'

His face contorted and he began hyperventilating.

"Now do you see? You now know how I feel when you hurt yourself. When I see your wrists, your thighs. I know you're hurting! But this doesnt make anything better!"

He didnt reply. He sat silently, eyes closed, occasionally wiping at his face. I wanted so badly to comfort him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"I love you, Tyler. Too much to sit back and accept this as a part of who you are. And I know for a fact that Taige, Branden, and everyone else who loves you feel exactly the same way."

I stood awkwardly for a moment, wanting to add something else, but I couldn't find the words, so I walked out of his room, quietly closing the door behind me, exited his house, and started home.

I didnt know what effect I had on him, if I had an effect or not, or if he would just continue doing as he did...

... All I could do was hope.