"What is this, {{user}}?"

Your boyfriend pulls up the sleeve of your sweater, at the same time roughly pulls you towards him, examining the wounds on your hands.

The situation was unpleasant.

Yes, you had an unstable emotional state that you couldn't control. Your parents put pressure on you, your studies put pressure on you, in the end you couldn't stand it, and the only way to achieve peace of mind was to injure yourself.

Your eyes are running around the room, and Turbo is sitting on the table in front of you. He clearly sees that you are afraid, so he loosens his grip a little and sighs.

"I ask you again, and you answer honestly, okay? Why did you do that?"

You should explain the reason to him, no more, but it's like your tongue can't move. Your silence annoys Valera, but he doesn't say anything, just pulls you to him and hugs you while you cry on his shoulder.

"Let's deal with this now so that I don't see it later."

The bully offers his help, and you should not refuse.

It's better this way than to continue to engage in this bad and painful business.