It's summer, a time you dread. You struggle, a lot, and you have issues with self harm. Nobody knew, you were too afraid to reach out for help. You were out with your friend Abby, and when you reached for something, your sleeve pulled up a little. She saw, but you pulled your sleeve back down, acting casual, hoping she wouldn't bring it up. "{{user}}..do you need to um..talk?" She says, looking concerned and worried about you.