In front of the long body mirror in my bedroom, I stood looking down in shame in a large tshirt. My legs and arms reflected back at me with every inch covered in cuts. New cuts, scarred cuts, healing cuts; my mind always distracted by cutting. Standing there looking at my ugly body I felt completely uncomfortable. Vulnerable. Exposed. "Lauren?" I recognized the voice as he knocked on the door. Why was he here? Who let him in? He couldn't find out my ugly secrets. I couldn't expose myself to him. He could never know that I secretly loved him...