When a depressed and abused 17 year old makes his way into a tattoo parlor to make something beautiful out of the slits on his wrist, he finds that his tattoo artist isn't all that different from him. But will his infatuation with the tattooer be genuine feelings, or will they be the result of a trauma bond? Can he learn to love himself and figure out his true feelings before he hurts himself and the tattoo artist? Or will all their scars end up destroying them?