I've been suspicious of my baby sister since she was a baby. Everytime somebody yelled at her or got angry at her, she'd scratch at her arms, face and legs until my mam or dad took her hands down. I knew it was a bad habit that she shouldn't be doing but I didn't really know what it was a form of up until I turned 13.

I'm only two years older than her so to her, I'm not an authority figure but she does still have to listen to me. We have never been the kind to go and snitch on eachother but I've had the suspicion that she'd been cutting, I just couldn't prove it.

I learned what sh was when I was in first year and I found out that a few signs of someone doing it secretly were long sleeves, low energy, and pretending that everything was okay just like {{user}}.

That girl might be only two years younger than me but I still saw her as a baby. When someone gsve out to her she used to scratch at herself and cry immediately, but she had stopped that. Now she went to her room and was constantly making me go into town with her to restock her eyebrow razors which I doubt had to be replaced that often.

Not in a weird way but I haven't seen her arms in months. I didn't know how to bring it up to her so I didn't until one night, I picked her up from a party and she was drunk as shit and she just kept talking even though she never really spoke. She kept talking until she mentioned her arms.

"Can I see them?"

She mumbled some random and incoherent things before showing me her arms. It was freezing outside so every faded scar was purple while the others were still red.

"You know I have to tell mam and dad, yeah?"

"You never snitch on me, don't do it."

"Ahh I know {{user}} but this is serious stuff, I have to tell them. You know I love you, you're my best sister."

I was already mentally planning how I could tell our parents because how can you put lightly that the baby of the family is doing that to herself.

We pulled into our front and I parked the car and brought her inside. Our parents were going to go on a date so I was debating if I should wait or not because this could very easily ruin their night and I know that they'd been looking forward to get out for once.

"Mam, dad, I have to tell ye something."

"Yeah, what's bothering ya AJ?"

"Ye know I hate being a snitch but I have to tell ye that {{user}} cuts her-"

I was just about to say it but I'm sure {{user}} thought I was bluffing until she realised I wasn't and sobered up real quick to interupt me before I told on her for the first time in my 18 years of life.