I pulled into a space. Mike glanced at me and waved. The guys started waving franticly. I smiled and went inside. I walked behind Mike and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
"Hey bitches" I laughed, coming round to sit next to Tony across from Vic. "What's this thing you wanna talk to me about?"
Vic shifted awkwardly, and Jaime sighed. Mike's hand were clasped, and he was resting his chin on them, looking at his brother. Tony rubbed his forehead, and sighed too.
"Ember it's just-" Tony started
"Ohhhhh... I know. You wanna know about these" I cut him off, by holding out my arms. pale lines cut across my white arms. A few redder than the others, zig zagging unevenly across. Tony looked crushed. "Well, I was 12 when I first picked up a blade. Yeah I know, 12 year old problems. I was a 'large'" I air quoted "kid. I got shit for it, so went anorexic. Depressed and Anorexia never go well together. I decided I didn't want to be here anymore. I was cutting so deep. Thereason I hate Steve is because he stopped me from dying. I was hospitalised twice." Mike reached over the tabe and took my hand in his and kissed the back of my knuckles, on the hand where I had 'Hope' tattooed. I took a deep breath and carried on. "Three years ago, I tried to commit, but Steve came in and stopped me. I look at myself all the time and think about how ugly I am. I messed up my body, so I can eat loads, and I don't put any weight. I can never believe I'm beautiful"
Tony wiped a tear off his cheek.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you" He choked
I slid my hand from Mike's and hugged Tony.
"You couldn't help it, don't ever blame yourself"
"When was the last time you cut?" Jaime asked
"A year ago"
Vic smiled slightly.
"That's progress, you'll get through it" He comforted.
I brought my hands up to my face and started crying. All the guys came round me and started comforting me. (Thank fuck for waterproof make-up)
"You'll be okay" Mike whispered before kissing my cheek.