"Shit!" I hissed in a hushed voice as I heard my bedroom door being opened, I quickly slipped the razor blade under my sheets and I quickly pulled down my sleeve to try and not look suspicious, but I wasn't fast enough, my boyfriend, Leon saw me pull my sleeve down and raised an eyebrow before swiftly closing the door and marching over to me. "Emil! What were you doing?!" he said in a hushed, angry voice, to make sure no one else heard. "Nothing." I said quietly, diverting my eyes, Leon sighed and sat down on my bed next to me. "Hey" he said in a now gentle tone, "Look at me." He cup my face and lifted my gaze to his, and I reluctantly cooperated. "Emil, why didn't you tell me that you cut?" He asked "Because..... I don't" I could see his
