Warning: this is very very triggering and I cried while writing this. So beware.
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{Darkness holds secrets just as well as you do.}
Preston's PoV
My eyes jolt open. I automatically stare at the clock. 2:37 am. I slide out of bed, trying not to wake rob up. His breathing turns heavy and it falls back into to silence. I grab my phone and slip out the bedroom door into the jet black hallway.
I walk into the bathroom without turning on a light. I sit on the edge I the tub and run my hand through my secret hole between the wall and tub. I feel the edge of the razor and grab it.
I push the blade cautiously into my arm where the other scars were. I do a few more and put the blade back in its hiding spot.
I return to bed with rob and check my twitter. It's blown up with poofless things, mostly hate. But that kind of hate isn't the thing that hurts me, the kind of hate that hurts is the one from your loved ones. That kind of hate hits you in the heart, and practically kills you.
And that's what's partly killing me
