A/N: Okay, so it may be awhile before I update Farming Life, so in the mean time I'm publishing this story. It's probably not very good, but I came up with the first few chapters in French class. Let me know what you guys think.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own nothing but me.
Matthew POV
I set the razor blade down and looked at my handiwork. The ruby-red droplets gently rained down to the sink. I sit there watching for a minute before starting to bandage my arms. I know what you're thinking, "No Mattie! Don't do this! We love you!" Well, love is what got me into this mess. What do I mean? See, my parents aren't usually very conservative. The exception to this is when it comes to homosexuality; in that case, they are the most conservative people you will ever meet. My twin brother, Alfred, came out a couple of months ago, and they kicked him out. Actually, dad chased him out with a gun. Don't worry about him though; he's staying with his friend (read: boyfriend) Arthur. So what does all that have to do with me? It all started in elementary school. I had a little bit of a crush. On a boy in my class.
That's right, I'm gay. But you can you blame? He was so cute, and since a lot of the girls liked him too, I thought I was just like everyone else. Oh well. So why did I start cutting? Shortly after I started middle school, I was told by my parents that liking the same gender was wrong, so I got really depressed. The cutting was my way of trying to 'correct' myself. Don't worry, I got over the whole 'I'm-must-be-wrong-and-messed-up' thing, but I still deal with depression and cutting. Sad, but true. No big deal, to me at least.
Hello, I'm Matthew Williams. I'm gay, suffer depression, and self-harm.
A/N: Yeah, the intro is kind of short. Sorry.
The title is French for "Let Me Help You."