Stan's mom looked him dead in the eye and pointed at his arm. "Are you doing what I think you are?" Stan nodded yes. His mom pulled up his sleeve and pointed at other pin holes. "Don't you remember these?! We thought you stopped." Stan said nothing. He went to his room and smashed his face into his hands. He could here his mom talking to his mom on the phone. He heard her yelling. "He's doing it again!" Stan's stomach ached every time he heard his mom scream with anger and sorrow. He decided he needed help. But he couldn't think of what kind of help. Stan fell asleep thinking.
