The doctor frowned.
“I thought you said you realized your mistake. Certainly you’d know why you were down?”
“Well, there’s that, but sometimes I’d wake up, and it felt as though my heart were being sawn in half.. I’d try to find something that fit the pain, but nothing did. Nothing at all…”
The doctor stroked his chin, fascinated.
“Nothing at all, you say? Perhaps you were beginning to feel numb. You said that you’d shut out your friends subconciously, and doing so would’ve supposedly taken the ‘right side of your heart’, as you put it.”
Nathaniel took a long, deep breath.
“I don’t know… the only thing that seemed to satisfy this.. feeling, if you can call it that, was cutting..”
“And when did you first start this?”
The boy sighed, his face reflecting the utmost bleak expression.
“When I read something a friend of mine wrote…”
“And what did they write?”
“It’s sad that the same friend who brought me so much joy is the same friend who’s bringing me so many tears…“