I'm Losing My Mind Slowly (джен)

A loud gasp coming from his right made Harry freeze in place, eyes still tightly closed and knife still sitting against the skin of his neck. He wanted to curse whoever charmed the bathroom doors to open and close silently. He didn’t know what to do… Should he lower the knife and confront the person who had found him, or should he just slit his throat regardless of who was standing in the doorway?
Before Harry could decide, the person spoke, “Harry… What… What are you doing?” Their voice was trembling slightly, giving away their fear at the situation.
Harry tightened his grip on the knife. It was Neville. Neville was the one who had caught him attempting suicide.