TW: Mentions of abuse, suicide, slight mention of blood

"Eli! What the hell!" I exclaimed, running towards him. Kellen followed behind me, not as eager. 

"What did you do?" I said, grasping onto his bloody wrist. I felt him trembling as saw hot tears rush down his eyes. 

I grabbed a rag from my bag and tied it tightly on his wrist. I noticed him wince in pain but he was losing blood. 

"You need to leave," Eli said softly. 

I was so sick of him saying that. I knew that he needed me here and my conscience couldn't handle leaving him like that

"Why did you do this Eli?" I asked, disregarding his words.

No response. I looked back at Kellen who sighed disappointedly. From the looks of it, he had seen this scenario play out before.

After a couple more seconds of silence, Kellen left.

"Eli, you can't do this to yourself," I said, almost as a whisper.

He looked down at me and his eyes softened. 

"It's not your fault--no matter what anyone says," I said gripping his hands. 

He sighed as he dropped his head. It felt like all the words I was saying were too hard  for him to believe.

I grabbed his hand softly and led him to the bench at the back of the room.

He stayed silent.

"I know what it's like...." I started.

Eli looked up at me puzzled and glaring into my eyes. 

"My mom was always there but never actually there. Her early Alzheimer's made her forget who I was most of the time," I said, softly, unloading onto Eli.

I wasn't exactly sure why I was telling him but for some reason it felt like the right thing to do. I hadn't been very open about my parents with any one other than Kristen but I knew Eli probably felt alone. I wanted to let him know that I had been through it too and that he could get through it. 

Eli's green eyes glimmered. They looked glassy. He reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers.

I swallowed hard and looked down. "My dad-," I started. 

"You don't have to," Eli interrupted.

I gave him a small smile. "I want to," I reassured.

Part of me did want to tell him to help myself too. Honestly, the reason why many people didn't know was because it was too hard to tell people. Although, whenever I did tell people and they understood, it felt like I was healing and growing.

"He- he was around for a bit and then he went to prison. I never saw him after I turned eight." I admitted. 

He squeezed my hand and I felt a tear fall my down my cheek. He raised his hand to wipe it away. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," he said. 

I nodded softly. 

"But Eli, I know our situations are different and you also have to deal with world wide fame but I just wanted to let you know that a lot of us go through it and it's okay to talk about it," I comforted. 

In a way I was comforting myself with my words too.

He sighed heavily as he dropped his head. 

"My dad beats me, he has since I was a kid and I think he always will. It's why I moved out at 16, I think it's why I'm the way I am. Sillias was my mentor, my role model after that." He admitted.

I nodded understandably.

"My mom, she-she was the sweetest woman in the world-," he said starting to choke up. 

I patted his back, trying to provide comfort. 

"She couldn't bare seeing my dad and I fight so she just- she-um," he struggled.

"It's okay," I whispered.  I laid my head into his large shoulder.

He placed his head softly on top of mine, as he looked up at the roof. 

"The world is cruel," he said, almost as a scoff.

"It is," I agreed.