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recliner as well, I was sitting next to James. My mom has been crying all night. She used to cry when we got colds as kids, or even a scratch on our knees, she's very emotional and caring and I love her because of it. That’s the reason I can't tell her about my self-harm. It would kill her.
    It started when I got to the boarding school. I saw some girls with the cuts, and when I asked them, they said it's an easy way to release stress, it was a trend I didn't want to be a part of...or so I thought. One day in my sophomore year I just felt so depressed because I was far away from my family, I saw them for a month in the summer, a few days for Thanksgiving, a week for Christmas. It was a year round school. I looked to my razor blade for answers that night, and I still have evidence of that night on my thighs.
    It was easy to cover it up at school. I've never been one to be good with friends, especially girls. I always felt inferior and I hated drama, gossip was not my forte, I was always talked about. Anyway, no one cared enough at school to find out or ask. At home I just wore sweaters and stayed in my room as much as possible. Then I traveled for almost a year, if strangers saw the cuts, I couldn't care less. To be honest, I didn't do much cutting in the past year maybe twice I gave in. Now I was at SU, a place I didn't want to be.
    I caught movement from the corner of my eye, I saw James stirring. His leg was up in a stilt, metal holding his bones together. If I looked at it too much I started to feel sick.
    “James.” I whispered. He opened his eyes and he looked at me.
    “ What time is it? ” He asks. Although visitor time was over at the hospital, my parents managed to pull some strings so I could stay and also Mathew.
    “ It's almost midnight. ”
    I watch as James looks at his left leg. “ What did the surgeon say? ”
    “ You'll be out the rest of the season, you have a lot of rehab to do. ” James and I were always straight with each other. I knew he didn't want to me to sugarcoat this. “ That guy shattered your fibula, they put in rods, and you'll have to wear a boot and be on crutches for a few months. Surgeon said you could do soccer camp in the summer if your rehab goes well, and he believes you'll be at full capacity when next season starts. ”
    James was covering his face with his hand, I couldn't see his expression. I think I saw some relief. He could still play next season. Soccer was his life.
    “ You should go home, PB. ” He calls me PB because my full name is Presley Beth, second name comes from my great grandmother. We had this joke when we were little, we used to call ourselves PB & J because we were inseparable, but those times are long gone.
    “ I'll take her. ” Mathew says. I didn't even realize he had woken up. I don't look at him longer than a second because there is something so hot about how he looks when he's just woken up that is flustering. This school year was going to be hard.
    “ Thanks, man. ” I hug James and I let them talk for a bit before I go in the waiting room to get my parents. I could see my mother fighting off the sleep, and my dad was staring at nothing. They were exhausted.
    “Presley Beth.” My mom says. She's the only one who calls me by my full name. “Is he awake?” I nod.
    Everyone says I look like my mother, she is absolutely stunning. I am not. I don't know how people compare us.
    “He just woke up. You guys should go in the room with him. Matty and I are going back to campus.” They stand and stretch their bodies out a bit.
    “We'll call you if anything happens. Drive safe you two.” I could feel the hairs on my neck stand up as my body realizes Mathew is right behind me. What is it with him? Why do I feel this way around him? I've known him for a day. Get your shit together, Presley.
    I let Mathew lead the way to his car. My car was back at my dorm, Finn drove it back for me earlier. He wanted to come to the hospital, but I told him not