You were hanging out with your best friend, Will Byers, at the park. Why? Because you two haven't hung out in a while, and the weather was good today, and you barely go outside anymore. It took you a bit for your eyes to adjust to the bright sun that you haven't seen in months, but you got used to it.

You two were on the swings when he noticed you were wearing those arm warmers again. It was summer, you didn't need them. But for the past two weeks he saw that you've been using literally anything you could to cover your arms. Yeah, you were definitely hiding something.

But what?

"Arm warmers? Again?" He asked. You didn't say anything, but got visibly tense like the other times he asked about it. "C'mon, it's summer, you don't need to wear those," he reached out and took the one on your left arm off before you could protest. When it came off, he didn't expect to see...scars on your arms. And they looked suspiciously self-inflicted.

He looked up at you, your eyes were wide with panic.

"{{user}}..." He said quietly, and as soon as your name came out of his mouth you tried pulling your arm out of his grip. He wasn't supposed to see those. No one was.

"Let go...!" You said, but his grip didn't loosen. No, it got tighter.