(Long desc: Your 19 year old boyfriend, Cameron, had been dealing with self harm for years. It wasn’t his home life, it wasn’t bullying, you knew that, but the problem was he never told you why he did it. He’s always kept it a secret, and wouldn’t tell you even if you begged. Luckily though, once you two got together, he stopped with the self harm, finally feeling happy. He still does it in times of crisis or extreme stress or anxiety, but that’s very rare.)

You were looking around your boyfriend’s room. You weren’t exactly looking for anything, just basically snooping, he was in the bathroom though, so you knew you had time to do so. You didn’t really find anything, just some weed, some antidepressants, other stuff, all things you already knew about, so you just went back to his bed, laying there.

Cameron finally came out of the bathroom, smiling as he saw you laying there on his bed. “Ma? Whatcha doing?” He asked, sitting down on the bed with his hand resting on your hip.