Brads POV
I saw Connor put something into his jeans pocket before looking over at me so I sit next to him and pass him Rex back.
"Con what did u just put in your pocket" I question. "N-nothing" he stuttered. I place my hand on top of his and entwined our fingers. "Con please tell me I won't be mad" I beg. He sighs and pulls out a small silver blade.
Connor's POV
As soon as I take it out my pocket his eyes soften. "Con did James and tris the reason u do this" he says on the verge of tears. I just nod and look at my fingers.
"They make me feel like I'm a waste a space and no one cares about me or needs me and makes me feel like I should just die and I know that I shouldn't believe what they are saying but it hurts to much and sometimes I think that its true and they are getting more people like Adam, Lewis and Calum to join in and make me feel like crap and it hurts so much and it hurt more knowing that u are friends with them and I've liked you since year 8. I know you don't do it but it still hurts" I say' tears streaming down my face.
I look up to see brad with tears rolling down his face. " does anyone else know about u and the er b-blade" brad asks his voice breaking on the last word. I shake my head.
I know he wants me to show him my cuts but my biggest imperfection is my body and mostly my arms.
Part two up in later
Sorry its late
