The Secrets I Keep

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After Michael went up to the guest room I sat there thinking about what just happened 'good girl' for some reason it made me blush .
I walked up to my room and laid down listening to the faint sound of drowning lessions playing in the background "you know that this song is about broken relationships?" I open my eye to see Michael leaning against the door frame staring at me "yea. It's kinda sad" I said turning to face him "speaking of relationships. How is yours with your family?" He asked sitting on the edge of my bed "things have been...Rough since my dad left us. Mom is always stressed kade is always causing trouble and me well i stay in the shadows Trying to get by without being seen by the world around me" I look up at his and he looks as though he had something to say "I saw the marks on your wrist at dinner last night" he says looking me dead in the eye as mine widen with fear "you don't need to hide it or be afraid. I plan on keeping it between us but first" he took a hold of my hand and rolled up my sleeve "tell me why" he asked looking down at the red marks and scars that littered my arm " I know you starve yourself because you feel fat and you're not. I know you hide away from People because of the marks I see here. But what I don't know is why you feel the need to starve yourself, to cut, I wanna know why you feel you're not Beautiful enough to do this?" He finally looked away from the ugly marks and up at my tear stained eyes "you don't have to talk now. But when you are ready to talk I would like to know" he said before kissing my wrist. Kissing every cut and scar I held before walking out and closing my bedroom door, leaving me with my arm on display and and tears rolling down my face.

I thought long and hard about what Michael had said to me and i knew that if things kept going the way they  have been i'd let all of it spill out