This is a bit of a vent thing I have irl. So yeah. Enjoy the story(this is a AVM Story BTW)
In Alan's pc, I was just laying down at the couch chatting in c.ai in my tablet, TSC just laying down feeling sleepy, TSC then notices that both of my hands has a scratch, like one of them from the past and one from a few weeks ago, TSC got a little concerned and asked
"hy Farrah.."
"hm? Yeah, what is it TSC?"
I asked in curiosity, TSC then points at my hands that has scratches
"your hands... What happened to them..?"
"oh, my hands? Oh well, I got scratched by a cat.."
TSC noticed I seemed to be lying because it didn't look like a cat scratch, he shook his head
"no.. Farrah please tell me the truth.. I'm concerned, why do you have a few cuts on your hands..?"
I looked at him feeling nervous about this, TSC puts a hand on my shoulder as a sign of comfort
"hey don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Just you and me I'll keep it a secrets I promise, plus your parents aren't here so don't worry!"
I ekt put a sigh and maybe opening up to him isn't gonna b that bad I guess...
"well...this isn't really a cat scratch.. It's my self Harm cuts I did in the real world..."
TSC looks at me and was shocked, he got really worried and concerned of me. I was only 11 and now I self harm
"d-do you sort of have some problems at your house..? Please tell me..."
I kept silent for a second, then I spoke
"yea..i have a few problems at my house, it's just that.. My grandmother a long time she keeps on saying negative words to me and... I don't like it.. It makes me wanna self harm.."
"that's not right..."
I continue to open at him
"I sometimes do it on purpose for no reason.. I just want to actually.. But the pain when I self harm is like.. K don't feel it, it's like I've gotten sued to it.."
TSC eyes widden in concern, me? Getting used to the pain? She's just 11... TSC thought
"w-what about that small scratch on your other hand..?"
TSC points at that scratch, which didn't look like a self Harm Cut Or anything
"oh.. Well.. My dad did that.."
"your... Dad..?"
His eyes widden in shocked and concerned
"w-why did he do that..??"
"it's a bit of a stupid reason, but.. At Sunday me and my family went to a restaurant, I was playing with a bottle my dad got annoyed, he took the bottle away from me. But I kept playing with it till he scratched my hand on purpose"
TSC just went silent and was so concern about it
"did... Anyone knew about your self Harm cuts..?"
"no.. Actually.. Sometimes my teacher nad classmate would notice my cuts.. I would always say it's a cat scratch.. And at parents and teacher conference(PTC) my grandmother was the one who came there, and that's where she found out about the cuts.."
TSC felt bad
" is that all..? "
I nodded yes, TSC pulled me into a warm and tight hug for comfort
" I promise I won't tell it to anyone.. alright..? "
" alright.. Thanks for listening, TSC... "
" your welcome.. Just.. Please promise me you won't self harm?.."
I went silent and then spoke
"I promise, TSC.."
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"maybe... Just maybe..."
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I felt so uncomfortable posting this story-