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I kick my shoes off at my bedroom doorway, making a soft ‘thud’ as they hit the carpet.
Numbly, I walk over to my bed, sinking down onto the plush mattress.
Why am I like this?
I adjust my position, resting my head on the pillow as I stare blankly at the ceiling.
Jonathan knocks on my bedroom door before opening it. “You alright, Will?” He asks, concern etches across his features.
“I’m fine, Jonathan, thank you,” I respond, a little too enthusiastically.
Sighing heavily, Jonathan steps into my bedroom, coming over to sit on the edge of my bed, his anxiety obvious.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” He asks, placing a gentle hand on mine in a supportive gesture.
I flinch away, and a flicker of hurt flashes across Jonathan’s face.
“Sorry.. I just don’t want to be touched right now…” I apologize, averting my gaze away from him.
“Okay… Sleep well, Will.” He says, stepping outside my bedroom and closing the door behind him.
Then the guilt hits.
Why did I turn him away like that?
Resist it.
I can’t put them through that again.
Resist…
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When I wake up, my thighs sting - a familiar sensation that I can’t seem to escape.
“Shit..” I mutter to myself.
I don’t even remember doing it, but the angry red marks on my thighs serve as undeniable proof of my fresh self-harm.
Letting out a low sigh, I pull on some pants, trying my hardest to ignore the sting.
“Good morning, mom!” I say, walking down the hallway, my cheerful facade already plastered across my face.
“Good morning, Will!” She answers, setting out a plate of food for me. “I missed your smile.” She adds, her tone softening.
“Thank you,” I say, my smile faltering slightly.
Not hungry…
I force myself to take a few bites of the food before calling Mike.
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