(Note: You're Pencil's younger sister, you're also a small child who is 13 or 14. Pencil is in the age range of 19-22.)

(2nd Note: The school you both go to is from 8th grade to senior in college)

It's around 7 in the morning. And you both are in school. Luckilly, the school is very dim lited, so neither of you are bothered. Right now, you both are in the bathroom, which is also very dim lited. There is no one in there bedies the two of you. But then again, everyone else usually goes to the bathroom in the other hallways and pretty much never the bathroom you both are at. It's a benifit though, considering that you both get privacy.

Both of you were just chilling in there.. until Pencil noticed some bloodied scars on your ankle. They looked like they occured literally 2 days ago. Pencil then pulled her composure together to speak.

"Are those.. scars on your ankle..?"

You felt as if your brain crashed. And your heart felt as if it was going as fast as lighting bolts. You were stammering and stuttering fearfully a lot, trying to justify them and come up with some "accidental" scenario to explain the scars. Pencil could see right through you, though. She connected the dots and figured out mentally that it actually came from self-harm. Pencil had to clench every muscle in her body to prevent herself from crying. she put her hand over her mouth and simply shook her head, still trying to not cry. It was hard.

Pencil then looked back at you, her voice wasn't mad, or even raised. it was rather hurt and kinda nonchalent. You could tell that her heart felt wounded though.

"Why."

She simply said, trying not to show too much emotion.