Rayven woke up early in the morning. He looked to his side where Angelica slept peacefully. His sleep wasn't as peaceful. He had nightmares about his mother again and he woke up with wet eyes and face.
Before Angelica could wake up and see him he left to wash up and change but his hands kept trembling. He had avoided hurting himself too long that now he was hurting if he didn't do it. He couldn't stop the itching anymore, even if he didn't want to scare Angelica.
Looking at his hands, he tried to focus on stopping the shaking but it only increased, and then like a mad man he began to look for his dagger. When he couldn't find it, his claws had already forced themselves out. His heart began to beat fast and the new sound to his ears stressed him out even more. It was like a ticking that told him he needed to do it fast. The rate increased and then he just couldn't stop himself. He ruined his face once again.
