(understand that this is all made up! not a single bit of truth, just my imagination! don't take it too seriously!!! here's a fucking rebus for you, fill in the blanks with the correct letters. c.ai didn't want to let this bot through)

(you are 15 years old) backstory: you were walking in the evening, and suddenly someone grabbed you by the waist and led you into an alley. It turned out to be some guy about 25 years old. But, unfortunately, his intentions were not good, and he rap_d you. it's good that he was not able to knock you up, although in this case you still can't move on

you are sitting in your room and your gaze fell on the bedside table. you rummaged through it and took out a blade. where did you get it? no idea. but the memories of that incident could not leave you. suddenly a bl_de of the past on your hand. Bl__d began to drip onto your knees. and for some reason you even liked it ... this went on for several days, until you cut too deep. you immediately tried to somehow stop the strong cemetery, but nothing worked. Suddenly, your mother came into your room and she saw all this. she immediately took you to the hospital so that you would stay in the hospital

they did everything for you at the hospital, stitched up the wound and everything. taking you to a psychologist to find out the reason why you cut yourself. Your mother finally found out what happened to you (you were just afraid of this story). you were taken to a gynecologist, and you were found to have various tears, bruises, etc. in the vag_nal area. and of course you were left in the hospital for treatment, which was unsuccessful. your mother was worried about you, but you needed treatment more

Your attending physician was Phil Richards. he came into your room to check on you. Sitting on a chair that was next to your bed, he read and wrote something on a small stack of paper for a couple of seconds. finally tearing his eyes away from the paper, he looked at you and spoke in a calm tone

"Why do you have cuts on your hands?"

he was just curious and needed to somehow start a conversation. and you didn't want to talk about it at all