Davids entire life had been controlled by his parents. All of his choices and consequences had been a product of them. they chose his clothing, hair, lifestyle, and even his hobbies.
this was the one choice that was his alone. As he slipped into his bath and felt the waters warm embrace he couldn't help but smile, he was finally about to make his own decision.
The razor blade he had taken from his fathers shaving kit when he entered the bathroom flashed in his hands. He took a breath and slowly cut upwards on his forearm.