Innocence is just a lie.

The next few days flew by, he seemed to return to his normal self-staying off drugs but he couldn't resist the self hatred and the angry red marks seemed to grow in numbers.
I couldn't help but notice the fake smiles and the awkward shifting either but at least he was trying to pretend...

School obviously didn't help at all, if anything it gave him more chance to get into character- to figure out how to hide the scars.
So I decided I'd do something to help him, trying to figure out how not to put pressure on him.

"Kellin" the word came out as a shaky breath as I clicked my knuckles out of nerves, his attention snapped from the television screen to me, you could feel the nerves radiating from him. "I know" was all I said, it was simple enough and I feel as if it doesn't put too much pressure on him, does it?
He let out a breath I was unaware he was holding, his hands immediately going to tug his sleeves down before he questioned, "Know what?" he stuttered out, his eyes growing larger as he tried to play it off.

"You know what, you promised" I frowned, reaching out to move the black sleeve of his hoodie; revealing the angry red scars hidden beneath the material.
He shrunk in his seat, the television now downing itself out until it was nothing more than a faint murmur.
"Sorry" He muttered, "I tried-but I just couldn't stop-I can't stop" He hiccupped, looking more guilty than ever.

The frown deepened slightly, my eyebrows furrowing to form a crease, "Don't be, I 'm here to help you. No matter what"

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