We sat in a circle. I looked around the circle. Mikey had his poker face on and Frank acted like the leader. It was a pretty funny sight. Frank decided to play Truth or Truth. It's like Truth or Dare just with out the dares. It like, for example, one person can ask you 'Have you ever kissed someone' and if its true you say 'truth' or 'yes'. If its not true you simply say 'no' or 'not true.'

"Okay...Mikey. You go first." Frank said.

"Hmmm. Helena. Do you like anyone in this room right now?" He asked, rubbing his chin as if he had a beard.

"No. I don't." I said crossing my arms and looking to the side, like I'm mad at Frank and Mikey.

"Then why are you hanging out here with us?" Frank asked. I looked at his puppy dog eyes and started to crack up. He really did believe me.

"Frank, of course I like you guys." I said and pulled Frank into a bear hug.

"Your turn." Frank said to me.

"Frank. Have you ever had a girlfriend?" I asked and Mikey just grinned.

"Shit just got interesting." Mikes said under his breath.

"Uhh...yeah...I..um had..like...four..um...girlfriends." He said slowly.

"Really, Frank?" Mikes asked.

"Fine. I never had a girlfriend." He finally admitted.

"Your turn. I said to Frank.

"Mikey. Have you ever kissed anyone?" Frank asked with a huge evil grin on his face.

"Yeah." Mikey said.

"Who, your mom?" I asked.

"Yes." He said quickly. "I mean...no. NO!"

Frank and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. He fell for it! We played a few more jokes on each other before the game started to fade out. It became more of like 21 questions. They started asking me questions like "why did I move here" and "Do you like it here?" Some things I answered, others I didn't. It brought back bad memories. Soon, Mikey had to leave and left Frank and I alone.

"Why wouldn't you answer the question?" He asked suspiciously.

"What question?" I asked, totally confused. There were a few I didn't answer.

"Why did you move here?" He questioned.

"Because I didn't want to." I snapped.

"Well can you tell me now?" He plead.

"Fine. I lived in California, if you didn't know that already. I had tons of friends and I was popular. I had just became friends with the head cheerleader. Who turned out to be a jerk. She started telling everyone about my secret. A really deep secret I shouldn't have told her-"

"What's your secret?" Frank interrupted.

"Look, I'm telling you why I moved here. Isn't that enough already?" I questioned.

"No." Frank said and smiled.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah."

"Fine! I cut." I said and the room grew silent.

Frank broke the silence by saying, "really?"

"Yeah."

"How long have you been, well cutting?" He said with a lower voice.

"Five or six years." I said.

"Is that the reason you moved here?" He asked.

"Yes and no." I started. "Anyways, the school soon found out about my...you know what. I got sent to the guidance counselor and I lied to her face about almost everything. She let me go, thinking I was fine. I stayed home for a week until my dad found out about me staying home. My mom was the one who let me stay home. She, too, used to cut. She knows what it's like with a whole school knowing about that. But my dad didn't like that. He hates me. It's that simple. He got mad at my mom already. But this sent him over the edge for some reason. He beat my mom, in front of me. My sister, who was very close to me, walked in on it too. We didn't know what to do. I can tell my grandma anything, so I called her up and she picked me up the next week and brought me here. But the only thing she couldn't do was take my sister with us. My dad loves my sister so it really wasn't that much of a problem but Grandma regrets it. A lot."

We sat in silence for a while. Frank looked deep into thought. He sighed and looked at me.

"Can I see your arm?" He asked.

I nodded and I extended my arm in front of him. He rolled up the sleeve carefully and it exposed an arm full of scars and a few cuts. Not a lot like how I usually cut. It's more of like one or two. He looked shocked . He looked at me in the eyes and just brought me into a bear hug. He let go of me and looked me in the eyes.

"Stop. Please. Promise me you'll stop cutting." He demanded.

"I promise." I said. He hugged me again. "Don't tell anyone about this though. Okay?"

"okay." He said.

Suddenly, my crappy cell phone rang and of course I had to go.

"Bye Frank." I said.

"Bye." He replied.

I got home. Of course, my grandmother wasn't home. I grabbed some food from the fridge and ate it. I suddenly feel bad about myself. I shouldn't have told someone I just met about myself. I shouldn't have told anyone at all about my cuts and scars. I walked into my room and for some reason, I cried and cried and cried.