Cuts And Bandages

Caught

!TW! This chapter contains topics that could be triggering for some readers such as SH and abuse. Please continue to read at your own risk.

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I yawned and sat up. I got up and went to the bathroom. The PJ's I was in were a green sleeveless shirt that said "trust in the process" a total of eight times. My sweat pants were grey.

I grabbed the clothes that 1am me had set out for me last night. Some blue jeans and a short sleeved maroon shirt. I changed into them, and that's when I noticed it; the five fresh scars on my arm.

"Shit!" I quietly hissed, somehow not having forgot that my roommate was still asleep. I walked to my room.

"How did I forget?! Why didn't Jack point it out?! Did he see?! He knows I used to do self harm.. I-" My thoughts were cut off as I bumped into someone shorter than me.

I looked down and saw Jack. "Sorry Jack! You ok?" I kneeled down and offered my right hand to help him up.

The shorter but older boy excepted so I helped him up.

"Glitch, I have to ask you," He started.

"Hm?" I accepted the question.

"Did you... Did you lie about quitting self harm?" He asked. I felt my stomach drop.

"I didn't. Why do you ask?" I say, trying to play it off.

"You know what I'm talking about, Glitch." He said.

"L- look I-"

"You've been caught, Glitch." He said.

"I GET IT. I GET IT." I say loudly. "YOU CARE FOR SOME FUCKING REASON."

"..." He went completely silent.

I took a deep breath. "Give me a minute." I said as I walked to my bedroom. I took off my shirt and looked at the mirror.

The scars of abuse from my early child hood sat there permanent on my torso. I noticed that my most recent one that I had gained a year ago was bleeding again. "God dammit." I hissed.

I went to go grab my bandages. I had gained this scar a year ago during a school shooting at my high school. Yes, as a Junior in high school I was in a school shooting and decided to be a dumbass and fight the shooter with just a knife while he had a gun.

He stole my knife, and gave the life threatening scar. Then again, all my scars were life threatening. I'm just lucky enough to not have any on my face.

I finish putting the bandages on it and I grabbed my pull over hoodie. I put it on and I walked out of my room. My phone was in my pocket and I had one of my air pods in my ear.

I saw Jack. When his eyes met mine, I sighed. He walked up to me.

"Dude, I'm sorry." He said. "I-"

"It's fine." I said. "If we don't leave in the span of five minutes, we'll both be late to class."

He nodded. We went over to my car and I got into the drivers seat.

After a few minutes of driving and listening to the radio, Jack spoke.

"Was it the... The break up?" He asked, whispering the last part

"...Yes." I spoke just above a whisper.

"I'm here to listen if you need to talk." Jack said.

"I... I hate it. What did I do wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. Kaveh broke up with you because his parents forced him to, remember?" Jack reassured.

"R- right." I whispered.

"Let's just skip this topic for now." He said. I nodded.

We arrived at school and got out of the car. I stood up and as I was walking while talking to Jack, I bumped into someone due to not looking where I was going.