I sat there, my legs crossed. I had on a baggy Nike sweatshirt and black yoga pants, with a cheetah print band along the waist. He was sat across from me, my best friend beside him. My hands were folded, but then for some reason, I really don't have any idea why, I undid my fingers and rolled up my sleeves. At that moment, he grabbed my arm and traced a finger over my cuts before I ripped my wrist away. And never in my life, will I ever forget the look in his eyes. That look of dissapointment, and pain, A pain I don't think I've ever felt. To know that it hurt him, when I hurt myself, killed me. And for a split second, I remember, his eyes closed and then he looked back to me, and mouthed, "You promised." and at that moment, my heart shattered to know I was putting the one who mattered most in so much pain, because I was hurting myself. And that, that was the turning point in my recovery.
