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Lucy's Pov

Gregg set up a date for us somewhere beautiful and I imagined it would be like a normal date. I was wrong. When we arrived, he immediately looked tensed. I asked him what the matter was and he shrugged it off until I kept bugging him then he began to tell me his mother and him have suspicions that I am like some dude named Carl who killed himself. "You think what!?" I shout angrily.

"Darling, don't get angry." Gregg talks soothingly, "my mother saw the marks on your skin and she said they look like Carl's marks before he killed himself." I don't say anything; I just look at him, baffled. "Carl," He continues. "was a friend of mine, my best friend. For years he had suffered from depression and I never noticed that he cut himself. I saw the cuts but he'd always make," He gulps nervously before sighing. "He always made excuses for them just like you made the excuse that you scraped yourself on rose bushes."

I had a feeling his mother was going to say something. "You think I cut myself?" I choke out; I know it's true, I know that what I do to myself is wrong but I can't help it anymore. It a hideous habit and that's what I didn't want in the first place.

"Love, I don't think you do - I know you do." Gregg frowns a little, trying to reach for my palms. "I dont know how I didnt put it together before but your marks are the same as Carl's. Don't hide it from me anymore, admit it. I don't want you to suffer in this, I don't want you to feel alone because your not alone! You have me! I'll look after you, Lucille."

My eyes are forming tears, I want to tell him everything that happened. I want to tell him the reason why I began cutting myself in the first place, I want him to know everything but he can't. "If you already know then why do you want me to confirm it?" I sigh and Gregg's face falls; he gets closer and holds my face in his hands.

For a moment we just look at each other but then he takes a deep breath and nods his head. "Why do you cut yourself? Are you in depression? Love, I want to help you! I don't want your fate to be like Carl's!"

"I," My words are caught in my throat and I suddenly have trouble speaking. Why can't I tell him? "I can't tell you," I sob.

"Why not?" Gregg asks, hurt echoing in his voice.

I look down, "I just can't tell you." Gregg releases his grip on my hands and frowns at me. "Lucille, I just want to help you. Don't you get it? Your harming yourself for reasons and I can't know them? I'm your boyfriend, shouldn't I have the right to know at least a little? I'm not letting you go through this on your own. "

I don't say anything. I don't know what to say to him. "Baby, you don't need to cut! There is help, I'm here to help! It pains me to know that your doing this to yourself on purpose!"

"Fine!" I blurt, standing up. "I'll tell you."