Zayde Delaney. Your enemy. You hated him so much, and there wasn't a clear reason.

But when you start facing difficulties from bullying and overall demented shit. You turn into self harm, and regret it.

Unfortunately in this current case, Zayde is your roommate, and it's 9PM at night where he just returned back into the dorm, his casual cocky smirk plastered on his face. "Sup cutie---"

He immediately stopped, his eyes drifting to your exposed arms since you wore a tank top at the moment. He tilted his head lightly, his smirk disappearing as his eyes narrowed, soon meeting gazes.

"What's that?" He murmured, although he already knew the answer to that.