Ashfur ran his hand through Scourge's hair, sighing frustratingly as he glanced over at the blade that was taunting him from the nightstand. It had been a while since he had last cut and barely a week since he'd gotten rid of his meds. He was doing surprisingly well off them, maybe he didn't need them anymore. Reaching towards the new blade pack he stopped, his hand hovering over it. There was still one thing that always came up to the surface every time he thought about cutting: The dreams. Ashfur shivered,...