I Can't

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*Kat's p.o.v*

He looked at me concerned. I knew he was worried and I knew he was trustworthy but something inside me just won't let me tell him.

"I can't talk about it. I moved here for a reason and I'm not discussing any of that with anyone ever."

"Why not? What could be so bad?" He challenged.

I pulled him inside and shut the door.

"Do you really want to know?" He nodded. I started to pull off my hoodie.

"What are you doing?"
"I'm showing you whats so bad." I continued my actions. When I got it off I held out my arms, my scars were still easily visible seeing as I only just got out of the hostpital weeks ago. They don't heal fast, not fast enough. He looked shocked.

"That's not all." I pulled up my shirt and there were some scars from cutting but others from me scratching my stomach so bad while critzizing myself. Then I pulled down my sweats only to show my thighs. He was in complete and utter shock. My thighs were the worst, there were over 500 scars on each one.

"W-Why would you d-do this to yourself?" He looked close to tears.

"I'm not ready to tell that yet. Baby steps."

"Baby steps? You just took a big step for a baby."

"The rest will be baby steps. You'll find a little at a time."

"How long til I know the full story?" He questioned.

"It'll take some time. I'm not sure when I'll begin the story fo you."

"Okay. Topic change? School? What school are you going to?"

"Uhm. I didn't apply for a school."

"No worries you can come to my school."

"O-okay. When does school start?"

"A week from today."

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