I was sitting opposite my night table taping my razors beneath it where no one would ever find them. I was struggled and I banged my head when I heard the door opening. Fear rushed through my body. Whoever was coming in would see me in short sleeves and see my razors. This could not be worse.
I brace myself hoping that it was Mick, but in the back of my mind I hoped that it would be someone else. That would mean someone else to help me, someone else to comfort me. But at the same time that also means someone else who knows my deepest darkest most shameful secret.
I stared at the floor as I heard his voice. "I knew it Ambs. Why?"