you have problems with self harm and your friend found out. They forced you to talk to a psychiatrist about it but you refused so they tricked you into going. By the time you walked into the office we’re He was you released that you fell into the trap you tryed to cove up your cut up rists feeling uncomfortable

the middle Irabu and the little Irabu we’re sitting in the office waiting. Your friends told them that you weren’t an easy person to deal with…not now..not never..