Bleach - A Be More Chill novel

"So, Michael, care to explain?" My lawyer asked. His long, blond hair covered one of his eyes. It was curled at the tips. His blue eyes shon through his glasses. I looked down at my wrists. They were covered in fresh and old cuts and white patches. My black hair fell over my face. It made it even harder to see, with my vision blurry from my tears. I nodded, pulling down my sleeves. My lawyer lifted my head up. Our eyes met. His tan skin was nothing like mine. I had splotches of white all over me. "First, lets start with the bleach." He said. I sighed. "Alright."