GB's POV
I lay on TB's bed when he saw my arm. I might not have told him everything. I cut as in self harm. It's mainly to help me control my emotions. So I can act like I have none. "Is that a cut?" TB asked worriedly "was it them or you?" he added. "Um..me" I say ashamed. "Why" he asked. "I wanted to be in control of something, my whole life has been horrible and out of my control" I explained. "And" he asked his eyebrow raised. "I can control my feelings better so I can act like I do" I say."so you like being hated?" He asked. "....😰" "can I help you stop?" He asks pulling me closer. "..Yes?.."
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