Stories In Scars

After he fell asleep, I went back to Brendon’s room, where all of the boys were waiting. I told them what had happened.

“I thought he was done with that,” Spencer said.

“Me too. But self-harm is an addiction. The worst one, since you only need one thing for it. Yourself,” I tell them.

“That’s true,” Jon agreed.

“I took his blade from him. But now you guys have to take it from me. I can’t carry it,” I tell them.

Handing it to Spencer, he said, “Why?”

“Um... I’m also a cutter.”

“Wow. I didn’t know that,” Brendon said, compassion in his eyes.

“Yeah, so I don’t like to be around blades.”

“That’s understandable,” Jon said.

“How long have you been a cutter for?” Spencer asked.

I sigh. “A long time. Nine years or so? Something like that... But I did a bunch of self harm before that.”

“And that’s what a lot of your music is based off of...” Jon concluded.

“Uh, yeah. But I’m about a year or so clean.”

“That’s amazing,” Brendon smiled.

The room got silent.

“I think things are patched up between me and Ryan now. Thanks guys. I’m gonna go in our room,” I tell them.

“Night!” they yell.