Is it worth it?

At last.

TW: Sensitive topics
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You lift her dress. "Cate.. what're these? Have you been self-harming?!"

She pulls her dress down. "Y/n- I can explain.."

"Explain what? How long have you been doing this?!"

She looks down at her shoes. "I started 2 weeks after we went to the police station."

"Cate almost 6 months? I thought you were doing better? Are you okay?"

"I am doing better.. this is temporary and the last time I did it was about a month ago!" She shows you her scars again. "See! They're all healed. I'm okay!"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared. I didn't want you to be upset with me. Keeping it from you was stressful and so it led to me doing it more.. then I got addicted."

You grab her hands and look into her eyes. "Please don't lie to me. Have you really stopped? Promise me you've stopped Cate?"

"I have.. okay? Please just leave it be. It's over."

"Okay. I trust you. I will try my best to put it behind me." You sigh. "I just love you so much... I don't wanna lose you and after you tried to take all those pills a few months back I've gotten scared."

"I know and I'm so glad you found me and saved my life. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you."

You hug her tightly. "Everything's going to be okay. I'm here for you. Just please start coming to me and telling me these things okay. I can't be there for you if I don't know somethings wrong."

"Okay. I promise to start telling you things."

"What have you been using? I want us to throw them away together and I need to show you something as well." You smile at her trying to show her it's okay.

"I've been using razor blades. Follow me they're upstairs." She leads you out of the kitchen and up the stairs then onto the bathroom. She lifts up the cup that seems like it's been there forever and pulls out the blades. She drops them into your hands "Here. Get rid of them."

You give her a sad look. "Okay, I will. Thank you for trusting me enough to do this."

"Yeah.." She sighs.

You turn around and go throw them away.
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About a week had gone by. "Cate? Can we talk?" You ask looking around the house.

"I'm in here dear!" She yells from the living room.

"I wanted to be completely honest with you about my life and everything I've been through." You say fidgeting your fingers.

"Go on?" She gives you a curious look.

"When I was 13." You pause and take a deep breath. "I went with my friend to her boyfriend's house without my mom's permission and her boyfriend's friend was there. He forced me into doing things for him.. sexual things. I was sexually assaulted."

"Y/n... I had no idea." She says grabbing your hands.

"That's not all after I started self-harming. It was the only way I could cope. Every day I'd cut my thighs trying to forget what he had put me through."

"Do you have any scars?" She asks.

"You know how I have those stretch marks on the side of my thigh?"

"Mhm."

"Some of them are stretch marks but most of them are scars."

"Oh.. darling I wish I would've known before.."