Warnings- Self harm, suicidel thoughts, depression, child abuse, sexual themes.
It was easier to act like nothing was wrong, to act like he wasn't falling apart. He couldn't admit to anybody that he was hurting. His life really sucked but he pretended that everything was fine. He didn't tell anybody the truth, not his team, and especially not Kurt. Nobody knew, and nobody would.
Todd dug the scissors into his arm a little deeper, he didn't even flinch from the pain anymore. But maybe that was normal, he had after all be doing this for almost three years. Both of his arms bore the scars of what he did, of what he was doing now. People thought he was weird always wearing long sleeves even in the summer. Even more of a freak then they thought, but he wore them all the time to hide the marks. The numerous scars left by knives, razors, scissors. Anything he had the chance to get his hands on. He watched as the blood flowed out of his arm turning the water a dark red as it swirled down the drain of the sink. He liked watching the blood, and he didn't know why.
After a few seconds of watching he sighed and grabbed the towl he always used to stop the blood flow. He pressed it against the two new cuts he had made for a few minutes. Once the blood had lessened he snuck from the bathroom back to his room quickly. Once inside he made sure to keep the pressure until the blood flow stopped completely. After that he pulled the sleeve on his shirt back down hiding the marks once again. Once he made sure the marks were completely covered by the sleeves he left his room. He hopped down the stairs like he usually did and into the kitchen. He got a glass of water pertending that nothing was wrong, just like he always did. He got a quick drink of water before saying goodnight to Lance and going to bed, ignoring the throbbing pain in his arm.