*CAMERON'S POV*
I pressed to freshly sharpened scissors into my skin, dragging the blade up my arm. Fresh blood dripped onto my bed, as I sobbed quietly.
I heard footsteps approaching, I quickly shoved the scissors under my pillow and pulled my sleeves down.
The door burst open and Max looked at me in horror. "C-Cam..what did you do?" He whispered and ran to me, ripping up my sleeves. I sobbed again. Max looked at me with concern. "Why?.." I couldn't answer, I knew I couldn't tell anyone anything.
He grabbed my arm, and bit his lip. The giant gash up my arm was still dripping.
He hugged me tightly, I blushed. He didn't know I was gay.. I loved him but I was convinced he couldn't love a suicidal boy like me..
"for fucks sake, Cam.." He sighed. "Don't do it again."
I nodded, pulling my sleeves back down and running out of the room.
