*Emma's POV*

I was sitting in silence in the hospital room with Harry.
"Emma." He said.
"Yes?"
"I really wish I had told you before you met Nathan." He looked upset.
"Can we please not discuss this Harry?" I said.
"Okay." He mumbled.
"When are you getting out of here?" I asked.
"Two days."
I just nodded.
Suddenly a female doctor walked into the room.
"Miss Smith I would like to run a quick check up on you, do you want to do it in here or get your own room. Mr Styles you should get some sleep." She said.
"In here is fine." I said.
"Alright," she said, "for starters, have you received any headaches or feelings of sickness."
"No." I said.
"Have you felt any stomach pains?" She asked.
I shook my head.
"Okay, lastly, could you lift your shirt up, I would like to check for bruising."
"No." I said firmly.
"Emma, you have to, it's for your safety." I sighed and slowly lifted up my shirt. The doctor gasped.
"Why didn't you tell us about this it could be serious." She said.
"It's not from the crash." I said.
"Where's it from then?" She genuinely looked worried.
I opened my mouth, about to speak, but Harry spoke first:
"she cuts." I shot him the evils.
"Oh." Said the doctor. "Emma, self harm is a very serious matter, please don't do that to yourself."
"You don't understand!" I snapped.
"Emma it's very-"
"I don't care." I said and walked out.

*ten minutes later*

I heard my phone start to ring and saw it was from my mum.
"Oh hey mum-"
"what's this I hear about you cutting and having anorexia?" She demanded. I sighed.
"Mum, it's really none of your business-"
"yes it is my business you are my daughter and I deserve to know." She snapped.
"No it's not, I have problems that I don't want you to know about so keep your nose out my business, goodbye." I yelled into the phone and hung up.
I really can't deal with this anymore.

*arriving back at home*

i really can't deal with this, I need to cut.
I ran back upstairs and took out one of my razors and lifted up my shirt.
Oh.
It looked pretty bad.
I rolled up my sleeves and made six cuts into my arm.
I don't normally cut on my arms, but I did this time.
"No Emma!!!!!" Yelled Marcus.
How the fuck do these people know if I'm cutting or not? Seriously I could, you know, be actually going to the toilet!
"Emma I will knock down the door!" He yelled.
"I'm on the loo!" I yelled back.
"Don't give me that bullshit," he said, "I know when you're lying to me!!!" I sighed and rolled down my sleeve, then opened the door.
As soon as it was open he pulled up my shirt but looked confused when he didn't see new cuts.
"Emma?" He said, I nervously put my arm behind my back. He saw this and grabbed my arm, pushing up the sleeve.
He gasped and pulled me into the bathroom.
"What're you doing?" I asked as he got out the first aid kit.
"Cleaning this up." He said and I winced as he dabbed my cuts with cotton wool.
The whole time he was cleaning it up, he went on about how cutting is bad and how I'm a wonderful person and how it pains him to see me doing this.
"I do love you Emma," he said, putting a bandgage around my arm. "How would you feel if I was doing this?" He looked into my eyes.
"I-I-I-I would be devastated, but you have no reason to." I said.
"Neither do you Emma, not anymore. I know you got raped and bullied but not anymore Emma. You've become addicted, it breaks my heart." He pulled me into a hug. "Just swear on my life that you will stop."
"I'll try." I said, hugging him back.
I really will

Notes

What do you think? Marcus and Emma are really good friends xx