Chapter 51

I bent down, picked up a shard of the broken remote, and drew it across my arm without hesitation. It happened fast. After a slight sting, a thin line opened, and blood began seeping out. It trickled down my arm and dripped onto the floor. Zion froze, looking stunned. Only after several drops of blood hit the ground did he snap out of it, shouting, "Hudson, what are you doing? Are you hurting yourself?" Selena, too, realized what I had done. She grabbed my arm, her eyes filled with fear, though she quickly relaxed. She saw it was just a shallow cut on my skin, not my veins. I never told them, but I once had a mild depression. Becoming a CEO was as grueling and demanding. There was high pressure and an insane amount of tasks, long hours, difficult clients, troublesome subordinates, and unreachable goals. Each of these issues pierced my heart like needles. I often sat on the stairs during that dark period, contemplating my life. Was this all there was to it? Why were there so many