A/N- Sorry If some of this doesn't make sense with the rest of the story. It's been awhile since I've updated.

The whole way home neither of them said anything. Peter wanted to, but he knew Ruthie didn't want to talk. Yet. At least he hoped she'd talk, later. He wasn't quite sure of what he saw. They looked like scars, but why did Ruthie have scars on her wrist. If they were just from something normal, he figured she would have said something, but she didn't so he thought maybe she was… cutting herself… but why would Ruthie Camden being cutting herself. It had only been a month since they'd last spoken (before they had been reunited) and Peter didn't think that much could've happened in a month. If he only knew just how wrong he was.

They arrived at the Camden's at exactly 1:00.

"You guys are back early." Annie said.

"Yeah, it was too hot out. Were going to hang out in my room, okay?" Ruthie explained.

"Sure, that's fine." Annie said and Ruthie ran upstairs. Peter ran fast to catch up. Ruthie was being really weird right now. Peter wasn't sure if she had even blinked since they left the park. Ruthie sat on her bed and Peter sat on Lucy's bed. Ruthie sighed.

"I don't know what you saw bu-"

"I do" Peter interrupted.

"Do you?"

"Yes. They were scars. Not just one. 10, at least. Why didn't you just tell me?"

Damn, Ruthie thought. She thought he just caught a glimpse of one but apparently not.

Peter was kind of bluffing. He really only saw two, but he wanted her to tell him the truth, so he lied.

"I was scared." Ruthie finally said.

"Well when did this happen? I didn't know so much could happen in a month"

"You'd be surprised." Ruthie muttered.

"Pardon?" Peter said.

"Never mind."

"Well when did you start.. You know…?"

"Cutting? Peter It's okay, you can say it."

"Okay, when did you start .. Cutting?

"A while ago. Months ago."

"What!?"

"Yeah."

"I never knew."

"I know."

"Why didn't you trust me enough to tell me?"

"It wasn't that."

"What was it then?"

"I just didn't want to."

"Why did you start?"

"I don't know."

"Do you still do it?"

"Haven't in awhile. I gave my razor" Peter flinched when she said that "to Simon. He's been counselling me."

"Why didn't you go to a real counsellor?"

"I did but- I umm.."

"But what? What is it Ruthie?"

Ruthie felt her eyes burn. She told this story so many times, but it was still so painful and still so fresh in her mind.

"Nothing." Ruthie said, and started to sob. Peter walked over and sat beside her. She was all for him touching her yesterday, but today she wanted him to leave. Peter pulled Ruthie in to a hug. She pulled away. Peter was getting worried.

"Ruthie, please. What happened?"

Still sobbing, Ruthie shook her head over and over, as if that would make it go away.

"Nothing happened!" She screamed. She moved her hands away from her face and looked up. Her Capri's and her sweater were covered in tears. She glanced out the window. She saw Chandler. She felt sick. She looked all around the room. He was everywhere. She was crying hysterically now, and feeling so dizzy. She felt the need to throw up. She ran into the washroom, slammed the door and puked. Again and Again. She couldn't help it. She felt awful.

Simon ran into Ruthie's room.

"Where is she?" He asked.

"She's in the bathroom."

"What happened?"

Peter explained about the park and everything.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to see if she's alright. As he approached the bathroom, he heard the sound of someone throwing up.

"Ruthie, are you okay?"

She couldn't answer. She continued to sob and vomit. Now she was shaking too.

"MOM!!" Simon screamed! "MOM! COME HERE!!"

Annie ran up the stairs, Peter ran out of the bedroom and Lucy ran from the twins room.

Simon eyes filled with tears.

"We have to get her to the hospital!" Annie declared. Peter left, Lucy watched the twins and Annie and

Simon got Ruthie and took her too the hospital. She was pale and green and looked horrible. Simon thought she was going to die. Ruthie thought so too.