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We were walking in the park. It was a Saturday afternoon, the sun was shining, the birds were singing. Eli was laughing and smiling-something I didn't see very often. We walked to a stream and I suggested we go swimming. Eli immediately refused. I tried to persuade him, telling him he would get heat exhaustion from the long sleeves and skinny jeans he was wearing. His playful mood was gone. Replaced was that total ass I thought he was when we first met. I told him to at least take off his blazer. He again shook his head in refusal. After I asked him what his problem was, it's not like he had any secrets under there, he ran. And that's when it hit me.

"Adam, when was the last time we saw Eli in a t-shirt? The last time we saw his arms, his wrists?" I asked after I had explained to him what had happened a few hours ago. Adam dropped his head in his hands.

"I-I kinda knew something was up…I mean… I noticed that too, I just didn't want to believe it was anything." He sighed and paced his room. "Clare, you need to go talk to him."

"Can you come with me?" I pleaded.

"No, Clare. I know first-hand it's extremely hard to reveal it when you're around so many people. Just do it, yourself. Be completely blunt." I nodded slowly and grabbed my bag.
"Wait, you're doing it now?"

"I need to know." I sighed and slammed his door.

"Hi, Mrs. Goldsworthy." I smiled.

"Clare, honey, call me Cece." I smiled. Eli's mother was so nice.

"Where's, uh, where's Eli?" I stuttered, nervousness finally kicking in. What was I going to say? How do I do this? Adam said to be blunt, right? But how blunt can I be without making him feel uncomfortable? Wait, what am I saying? Of course it's going to be uncomfortable! Ugh, Clare, stop it! You need to do this. If your best friend is hurting himself, it needs to be stopped!

"He's upstairs, sweetie." I nodded and like a zombie trudged up to his room. I knocked slowly and the door creaked open. Eli was there, playing video games. He had his tongue in his cheek and was focusing intently. I had to smile. He was so cute.

"E-Eli?" I muttered faintly. He didn't hear me.

"Hey, Eli." I said, louder this time. He paused his game and looked up at me.

"Edwards, hey." His smile was so fake. I sat down on his bed hesitantly, wringing my hands together and biting down on my lip so hard I thought it might bleed. Eli noticed my obvious nervousness. He put down his controller.

"What's up?"

"I-was-uh, I mean, I," I couldn't meet his eyes. Eli chuckled lightly.

"Nervous, are we?" he smirked. Oh god, that smirk. Stop it, Clare! You're here for a reason!

"Elishowmeyourwrists." I said so fast it was incoherent.

"Excuse me?" Eli's smile faded, finally understanding what I was saying.

"Show me your wrists." I said, clearer. Eli's face grew pink and he started shaking.

"Wh-why?

"Just show them to me! Please, Eli. I'm your best friend. Why can't you? There's nothing to hide, is there?" I quickly grabbed his wrists before he could pull them away.

"No, Clare! Just, don't! Please! I'm fine. Just no." His voice got softer and faded toward the end and I knew he was giving up. Slowly with shaking hands I pulled up his sleeve.

"Oh my god. Eli!"

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