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CHERYL's POINT OF VIEW

Once I made it home, I rushed inside and put my things away.

"Cai! Ciyle!" I yelled as I stood in the foyer in front of the front door.

"We're in here!" I heard Ciyle say from the living room.

I then went into the living room and found the two of them sitting there together watching a movie together.

"Ciyle, can you go upstairs and clean your room for me, sweetheart?" I asked him as I sat down next to Cai.

He sighed and stood up. "I know that you're getting rid of me just to talk to Cai. That's all you had to say..." He said as he then went upstairs.

"Thank you..." I said as I watched him leave.

Cai then turned off the TV.

"If it's about school...I'm doing fine." She said as she looked down at the remote in her lap and started to fidget with it.

"No...Cai, I know that. It's just that...while I was at work; I realized that a friend of mine is really good with teen girls when it comes to self harm and...different things related to that. Maybe she could come over and talk to you."

"Why are you telling me this?" She asked me as she looked up at me with a straight face.

I took a deep breath and looked away from her.

"Well, I-..." I said but she cut me off.

"Ma...stop acting like you really care....okay?" She said as she looked away from me.

"Cai, baby- I do care. That's why I'm talking to you."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do! You need to stop cutting yourself." I said in a stern voice.

"Do you even know why I do this to myself?" She asked me.

The entire room then got silent. I was thinking.

"Because of me?" I asked her.

"Wow...you got it right. Yes, because of you. Everybody actually. You and Dad are divorced, Our entire family bond is broken and you just...moved on like nothing happened."

"Cai, I didn't move on. Okay? Maybe I moved on from the situation but I'm still feeling guilty almost every single day." I told her.

"You deserve that guilt." She said as she got up and walked out of the living room.

I sat there and closed my eyes.

She's right...I messed everything up.

I sighed, stood up and thought about what she said.

I just want her to stop hurting herself but I feel as if she's numb to it all now. She's been doing this probably for more than a year now.

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