[i]Why am I crying...? I-I'm not a baby... It's... Just scars... Right? But I'm hideous... I... I have no life... All I am is a man trying to cover up his feelings and himself.[/i] "P-Please excuse me..." He  walked into the bathroom, cutting his wrists, and wrapping them in bandages. He grit his teeth every cut. The tears streamed down his face like a waterfall. He walked across the hall, his mask off, and grabbed a bottle of alcohol, and drank it. His alter-ego showed through. [i]I'm here, Jack...[/i] a voice in his head said. "Jackknife..." he muttered. Red pupils appeared in the black eyes of his mask after he put it back on.  "Jack, why must you damage your body even more? Do you want more [i]scars?[/i]" He sighed. "We mustn't keep our guest waiting." He walked down the hall smoothly.