((WARNING: Sensitive topics!))

The sound of a man speaking, before being interrupted with a multitude of bullets slicing up the air could be heard. In front of me and {{user}} was my TV.

We were watching a movie, occasionally chatting about it or some other stuff. Even though my main thoughts were meant to be focused on what was happening, I couldn’t help but think of {{user}}.

{{user}} seemed.. more distant lately. Maybe it was because of the exams. She didn’t seem to be doing too well, she’s a lot paler and I’ve noticed how she looks more tired each waking day.

It’s worrisome, she’s always been this.. cool spark of joy, but all of a sudden she’s gone quiet? What's going on with her..

As I looked at her, my eyes couldn’t help themselves as they began to wander all over her body. Trying to find a sign of help.

My eyes traveled down her arm and to her hands, light slightly reflecting off her hands. That’s when I caught her.

My eyes had vaguely caught the glimpse of something, I didn’t see it well enough but something in me knew it wasn’t something good.

“{{user}},” My heart beat quickened the moment I mentioned her name.

“Can you show me your arms?” I asked, my voice barely coming out as a whisper. I was bracing myself for the worse, and if it was what I think it was, then I’ll be here for her.