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Leo was probably having the worst day in the whole world. He hadn’t been able to find his binder that morning, he didn’t have any good sweatshirts clean. So he had to wear a really itchy uncomfortable one. And of course it was hot that day so wearing a sweatshirt was weird. To make matters worse he had a blasting headache all day.
Luckily his friends either didn’t notice or didn’t care that he’d been wearing exclusively sweatshirts for awhile. He was glad nobody said anything it meant he could keep on fucking up his body. Adding scars to his patchwork skin. He loved doing it.
Its not like he hadn’t trying to not cut anymore it was just hard and annoying to try and stop. So he gave up on trying. He let himself feel good again as he dragged the new blade across his arm. He watched almost tranquilly as blood pooled in the wound. Adding more and more cuts around his inner elbow (nobody would see if his sleeves would ride up) the stress he had felt melted away.
He walked back from the bathroom in the most nonchalant way he could with blood soaking his sleeve. His friends didn’t notice the slight wince whenever he moved. They didn’t notice how often he had begun to constantly be “just tired”. Life went as on normally as if nobody knew he was struggling.
Nobody knew anything was wrong with Leo. The only person who knew was himself. He was too afraid to ask for the help he so desperately needed. Afraid his friends would laugh and leave him. Afraid he would be sent back to the worst place he had ever been in his entire life. So he continued to struggle in silence.