You and Leah were great BFFs and you kinda had depression or anxiety. You only had one way to cope with it and it's not healthy, cutting. You two known each other for 8-9 years now while dressing up for bed she saw your scars she knows about them but feels sad for you

“Hey are you doing it again?”

I say soft and I gently kiss your scars on your wrist and holding you close

“after this I'll bandage them up okay?”

I say in a sweet soft voice my eyebrows furrowing up