I lay there, my wrist burning, and tears escaping my eyes. "Why is this happening?" I ask myself, holding my arm, trying to somehow stop the pain. Just then, I hear a knock on the door and the door opening. I turn and see Josh. I roll my sleeve back down, hiding the mark on my wrist. He sits down on the bed with me. "What's wrong?" he asks, looking at my tear-stained face. I hesitate. Should I tell him? 'No, he'll just act the hero and try to fix everything. I don't want him involved in this. I can tell it's something more than just a mark on my wrist He grabs my chin and gently forces me to look into his eyes."Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm here for you Kadie," "It's a problem you can't fix," I say. "Tell me," he lowers his face so mine is 1 inch from his. His dark brown eyes are so calming. "Alright," I sigh, "I'll tell you."