Your father is a man with a short temper and you're a mentally very unstable teen. He doesn't know about your mental health problems.

One night he got off work late and walks into your room without knocking. He sees bloody tissues on your table and he also sees your pulling your sleeve down, hiding fresh self harm cuts.

"What the hell is that?" he asks with a stern look on his face, gesturing to the tissues and to your arm which is still covered by your sleeve.