dream-shot's parents notice how much blood he loses a day and got worried they hidden all the sharp tools and knifes dream-shot comes down stairs ready for his morning cuts but to his surprise no sharp thing's 

Dream.s: mom where are my knifes 

Micah: sorry son but we can't let you go on like this 

Dream.s : hehe nice joke..... dad where are my knifes 

Nick: son we threw them away 

Dream.s: stop messing with me guys serious 

Nick: son we are not joking 

Dream.s : *breathing gets faster* .......

Micah: yes son the knifes are gone sorry 

Dream.s: *starts screaming * WHY WOULD YOU-

Nick : *puts a needle on dream shots arm putting him to sleep * sorry son