This story is based on my own experiences with my family. It seems most likely to use Duo as the victim because he is the one most appropriate for these problems and feelings.

Secret Cutting

I always knew i had lived a shitty life. But that was no excuse to keep on doing so. Especially, when i had the opprotunity to make it better. I had been so much since being an orphan. I had lived on my own, been a whore, and straight to a gundam pilot, fighting a war. Now, theres no one left to fight, no more conflicts, just peace. Since Quatre has and always be the sweetheart that he is, he let us all live with him. It was scary to have the five of us ex pilots in the same house, not doing anything but moping around the house. Sometimes it was boring. But then it was up to me to cheer everyone up. They all expected me to do things, to act a certain way. Not even seeing past all the joyfull happiness to what might be the real me. But i got over that. After all, there was nothing i could do to change their perspectives of me. They thought what they wanted to of me, and i just didnt care. Or, atleast acted as if i didnt. I had my opinions of each of them as well.

First there is Quatre, kind and loving fool who hates war. He is so sweet, it makes you wonder how he ever got thrown into the mix of battle. I think it is his love of us all that keeps us locked in this house together. I figured it would be Wufei to leave first, but surprisingly, he has stayed here with us. He mostly keeps to himself. He practices his martial arts and all his ancestry stuff. But he still takes the time to yell injustice at me for my stupid jokes about him. Trowa, the silent clown is like Wufei when it comes to keeping to himself. Sometimes we sit down and have little conversations about the past and that good stuff. He spends alot of time with Quatre. But i always found him sitting in a room with several windows sipping on tea or something and reading a paper. Then there is Heero. I can tell he cares when he looks at me. But he is so cold. There is something more to him though, but i cant put my finger on it.

I had been into self mutilation for a long time. But it seemed to get worse when i met this little crew of friends. They all hadent noticed anything or found any clues as to what i had gotten myself into. Until one day...