Hi. I'm Ashley Irwin, stop squealing will YA? Anyway yeah I'm Ashton's sister, little sister by 5 years and 3 months to be exact (Ashton is 20 so she's 15) and you wanna know a secret? Do YA? Really? Promise you won't tell? Really? Pinky promise? Not even if you think it's the right thing to do? Well I think I should tell you now. I cut. Not paper or trees or material or nails. I cut flesh. My own to be exact. I'm THAT girl yes but before we even start...no I am not EMO, if I was an attention seeker I would have shown my scars and not hidden them and finally if a phase this dangerous and long counts as a phase, woah. I've been cutting since 8th Grade but started self harming in near 6th, why? I was bullied, teased, outcasted and called names by my 'classmates' and 'friends'. That along with my father not being any closer to caring than a lion to another lion's cubs. So that with many other factors drove me to self harm. It calms me. Anyway I've almost been found out. Numerous times. This time was different though, Luke went through my phone which I ignored which was stupid of me while Ashton made some pasta and Micheal playing Mario cart against Calum. Of course I sat next to Micheal and joined the game. Now you see I have light scars and dark scars from my wrist to my shoulder and some on my thighs, I was wearing a sweater and shorts that barely covered the marks. I played and lost repeatedly but I didn't mind until Luke gasped almost as if in realisation "Luke?" Ashton asks and as I glance at my phone, I see a picture with a scarred girl and writing. I immediately recognise it and run to my phone, grabbing it and making a run for the stairs but Luke grabs my wrist as I go by. Wrong wrist, wrong wrist, wrong wrist! I yank my arm away, well try while not showing any emotion "Ash! A little help would be great mate" Luke beggs and considering nobody but me and Luke have any idea what's going on they reacted quickly and pinned me down. I could see my shorts riding up to expose scars and cuts so I struggled to pull them down "why didn't you tell me? Or Ash? Or Michael or Calum or anybody?" Luke asks. The other 3 boys look at him funny while I just send him pleading eyes "why resort to cutting yourself?" he asks and once the other 3 realize what he said they looked at him "because who would ever love a girl with scars?" I ask with meaning. That's the picture he saw anyway "Ashley...why?" my brother asks, I could have answered cruely but I didn't "reasons my dear brother" I say completely calm. He stares at me in the eye and says "specifically Ashley" in a stern tone, making it clear not to play around now. I let out an uneasy breath and look up at him, directly in the eye "take a glass and throw it on the floor. It broke, that's what bulling does" I say and they frown besides Luke. Luke caught my bullies once but thought it was a one time thing. I take a deep breath "you can try to glue it, say sorry to it but scars remain. It will never be the same again" I finished and looked down at the scars on my thigh, showing just how scarred I am. I feel a hand try to lift my chin but my eyes are still fixated on my thigh "Why didn't you tell me? Us, why didn't you tell us?" Ashton's voice asks and I frown "I didn't want to bring anyone down with me" I mumble and I can hear a collective sigh and suddenly I'm being squashed. 4 bodies crushing mine in a hug, also I'm pretty sure I felt tears hit my neck "can we- can we...see?" Micheal asks and I freeze for a second before relaxing and nodding "you aren't gonna like what you see though" I tell them. I look at them to make sure but once I see their determination I sigh and roll up my sleeves revealing scars. White, purple, thick, thin, long, short, flat, bublish. All kinds, I sigh and pull up my shorts to reveal more, I look down and resist the urge to cover up. I could FEEL their gazes across my scars and a sob building in my throat but choke it down and try to find something interesting in the floor. 

Micheal's POV

Scars, a lot of scars on her thighs and arms. Why didn't I notice? Why did it take Luke to figure it out? I look over her arm and don't even try to count the scars, there are too many "how long?" I ask quietly and Ashley looks up at me "cutting or self harming in general?" she asks, I don't see much of a difference but answer "whichever came first". She sighs "I started scratching myself with a paser in 6th Grade" she answers emotionlessly and I struggle to hold back tears "when did the bullying start and when did it stop?" Luke asks and she laughs. She sounded cruel "since 1st Grade and you really think it stopped?" she says looking Luke in the eye and I bite my lip, that's a long time. She looks at her scars and traces one or two before pulling the neckline of her sweater down and revealing fresh cuts on her shoulder. She traces the cuts and sighs "You can't force me to stop, you can't watch me 24/7 and you can't take away my blade" she says and I raise an eyebrow "and why not?" Ashton asks "cause believe me, it only makes it worse" she says still looking at the bloody lines on her shoulder. I look over her, she doesn't look like someone I'd pin as a cutter but I guess you can't judge a book by it's cover.