tw: s\h.

|| wlf compound, seattle

You struggled, way too much to let your girlfriend, Abby, know. For a while now, you were resorting to cutting. Abby didn't know, of course. She knew you had you up and down moments but didn't know it was this bad.

Tonight, you were feeling shitty. Of course, you had brought your blade with you, so while Abby was in the other room, getting snacks, you quickly rolled up your sleeves, trying to make sure to stifle any noises of pain as you cut. You heard footsteps and you rolled your sleeve back down, shoving the knife back into your bag.

Abby was holding some snacks, sitting down next to you as she spoke.

"Okay, so I got..." She trailed off, raising an eyebrow at you.

"You okay?" She asked, noticing you were fidgeting with your sleeve.