Possible suicide attempt (Matt and Alise)

Matthew walked into his room leaving the door ajar. Heading straight over to his bed he dropped down to his knees and grabbed his razor set out from under his bed ran his fingers along the handles considering which blade would be the best for what he was about to do deciding on one with a really jagged blade he pulled it out and stared at it before hiding the others again taking a deep breath he fingered the blade again.

He aimed the blade at his wrist froze for a few moments but then he put the blade to his skin feeling a shiver of pain go up his arm but he thought that it felt good so he pressed it deeper and watched the blood flow. He smiled at the blood it made him feel good for a reason that he could not understand.

Alise knocked on the boy's door, piece of cake in hand. Damn, Ketty and her baking skills. "Hey, Mattie, Ketty make cake, doya wanna slice-?"

She pushed open the door and automatically dropped th plate. Blood. She sprang at the boy, grabbing his arm harshly and examining it. "Oh god, what the hell happened!?"

The cut started at his wrist. Dangerously deep. Shetook a sheet from the bed and pressed it to his arm, hard. "What were you thinking!? Mattie, we need to get someone! Yu could really die-"

She realized it then. That's what this was about. Death. She started to shake with agony and fear for the boy, her voice carrying a wavering tone, "Matthew..."

Matt growled a little when he heard Alise's voice she was the last person that he wanted to see. Glaring at her when she grabbed a bed sheet he wondered what it was to her wether he lived or died. He closed his eyes as a surge of pain ran through his arm he wondered what he had done and how deeply it ran but honestly he didn't care.

Whe he heard his name the room felt like it was spinning but he managed to speak. "What?" He snarled before he collapsed onto her for he could not hold himself up any more he wondered how much blood he had lost exactly. Was this exactly what he wanted he wasn't sure any more but it might of be to late. He groaned a little bit and started wondering what he should do he knew that he should probably get some help.

Alise caught the boy and automatically wrapped her arms around him, panic drowning her senses. THe blood was already seeping through the sheet, making everything a mess of rust colors. She needed her wand- fast, but she wasn't leaving the boy to get it.

"K-Ketty!" She called, tucking the boy's head close to her, tears in her eyes. She started whispering soft words of encouragement and promise, trying to keep him with her.

"Matthew, come on. Don't do this. You gotta stay awake, okay? You can't sleep. You can't die!"

Matthew tried to focus on Alise and began to wonder why she cared so much about him he hardly knew her. He grabbed his wrist gently and applied pressure to it trying to stop the bleeding. He now knew that he shouldn't of tried to take his life. But he couldn't figure out any other way to deal with how he felt inside before thinking back he probably should of went to his dad and told him how he was feeling.

Suddenly the world went black and he had passed out from the lack of blood and slumped against Alise. Not moving he remained that way for several minutes and then his eyes fluttered open again and moaned he then realized that the razor had fell to the ground insinctivly he reached for it and eyed it before dropping it again and curling up into a tight ball.

Ketty blinked silently into the room at Alise's call, inquiring gaze immediately changing into one of alarm as she took in the scene before her. Instantly disappearing again, she returned just as quickly, bringing Sacha with her.

"Ketty, for the love of -"

The color drained from Sacha's face as his eyes fell upon the scene before him. And then, he was in action, reaching for the blood-soaked sheet pressed against his son's arm. Moving it carefully, the man peered at the wound even as he wordlessly healed the cut. Sacha stroked his thumb over the blood-slick flesh, checking to be certain the damage was truly repaired.

Sacha lifted the boy from Alise, pulling his child gently against his chest. Meanwhile, Ketty had vanished again, only to return with a caddy of healing potions.

"Ah, Matvei," Sacha began to murmur quietly to the boy. His voice might have been a bit thicker than it usually was. The man smacked Matthew's cheek soundly, resting his cheek against the top of his son's head. "What have you done, my son? Stay with me. I need you to stay awake so you can drink this potion for me. Hm? Come, drink. I know it tastes awful, but it shall help you feel better." He pressed a vial of blood-replenishing potion Ketty had hand him to Matthew's lips, gently stroking the boy's jaw to coax him to open his mouth.

"Come, Matvei." This time, Sacha's tone was unmistakably choked. "Drink for papa, okay?"

Matt opened his mouth a little bit when a drop of the potion hit his tongue he nearly gagged but he was beginning to realize that maybe it was worth living after all so he reached up slowly took the vial from his father's hands and chugged it back quickly so he wouldn't gag so much. After he finished the vial he leaned against his father smiling a little for he had seen something that he had not seen for awhile well it wasn't apparent to him.

Also he realized that maybe Alise wasn't too bad and that maybe with some time he could actually get used to having her around. He looked at them both and he knew at that moment he was really lucky to have two amazing people in his life.

Lise watched the two, too nervous to remove herself from the bed. She wasn't the boy's mother, but she truly did care for him and would hate to see him go through this ever again. Her tears almost slipped over- Sacha's choked voice hadn't helped- when Matthew started to drink.

"Good!" she reassured, jumping to her feet. She rested a hand on the boy's head, resisting the urge to scream at the boy. How selfish. To take yourself from someone who loves you. She moved a piece of hair from the boy's face. "Why, Mattie? Did we wrong you?"

Once the vial had been set aside, Sacha wrapped his arms securely around the boy. He had gotten blood on himself, Matthew's blood, but he couldn't be bothered to take a moment to clean either of them off, just yet. Instead, he held Matthew tightly, keeping his own breathing as quiet as possible so he could listen to his son's.

Sacha lifted his gaze to Alise, his eyes overly bright and tortured. And grateful. She had helped to save his child. His son. If she hadn't been at home, or if she hadn't looked in on him...

A quiet sound forced its way from his throat, and he held Matthew a little tighter.

"Yes, son," Sacha spoke, voice hoarse. "I have told you, you could could always come to me, have I not? If you felt so..." His throat constricted, making it impossible to continue speaking.