"Andy?" I heard my Mom's voice. "Andy, honey, wake up, please."
"Hmm?" I murmured, half asleep.
"Can I see your wrists?" She asked, her voice was shaky, almost as if she were about to cry.
"Why?" I questioned.
"I found a- piece of tissue in the toilet. It had blood on it." She inhaled sharply at the end.
"Mom, I just had a bloody nose."
"Are you sure?" She asked.
I held out my wrists for her to examine.
All she would find there were year old scars from past self-punishments.
After I felt her hands release my wrists, she let out one more shaky breath of relief.
"Sorry for waking you, baby, I was just worried. Get back to sleep. Goodnight, love you!" She whispered, making her way over to the door.
"Love you too." I replied.
The door creaked and closed, then suddenly, I was fast asleep.
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