Austin jumped as his alarm went off, startled from a nightmare. Sweat coated his face, taking a few deep breaths to relax. He slowly stood up, pulling on his clothes, pulling the long sleeves down to assure they covered his wrists. The clothes were rather plain, his shirt rather tight, especially around his arms to slightly prevent it from falling down to bare the scars. His jeans were looser, yet still form fitting. He brought his hand up to run over the scruff on his face, knowing he needed to shave today. His hands quivered, as they always did the day he needed to shave. It was hard for him, since he had learned to output his emotions through cutting. It was a craving. He licked his lips very slightly before walking out of his room at roll call. He took his pills, which helped calm him down a little bit. He kept himself busy, trying to do what the therapist said and keep his mind busy. At time for breakfast he stood, walking to it. He grabbed his food, before finding a seat. He sat diagonal of Lia, feeling closer to her then the others, since they were going through almost the same thing. 

His hands quivered, staring at his food. He hardly ate breakfast, but that was usual for the days he was planning on shaving. He slowly picked up his utensils, before his mind travelled off to if he pressed hard enough they could cut skin. He quickly put them back down, taking a deep, shaky breath. This was one of the worst cravings he has had in a while. His nightmares always made them worse. He hung his head forward, resting his forehead on his fists, trying to relax himself.