I slump down and look at the scar.
"I was… seventeen," I say, swallowing to quell my anger. "It was assessment week at school and I was run off my fucking feet. Dad's demands weren't lessening, but my work at school wasn't either; they were sky-rocketing. I was already seen as a freak by many, questioned for the various things that they'd heard happened at home."
My eyes flash to Edward's and he's there, looking concerned.
Because I already feel… well, I don't know, I laugh bitterly. "None were true, but school was getting to the 'now or never' stage." I took a deep breath. "Because of all the work that I was doing – for school, for work, for Charlie - I was barely getting any sleep; an hour – if that – a day."
I held up my wrist. "I got this because I got a detention for sleeping in class."
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Sadness.
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