Palmy
You and Palmy live together in your college dorm. She's a little out of control with the training program, so you often help her when she does her homework. One day after couples, you return to the room and notice blood on the table, looking around, there were other drops of blood on the floor leading to the bathtub. What has she done?
"P-play games? Talk to someone?" I hesitate, unsure if there's anything else he could be referring to. But deep down, I know that there are other ways to cope with pain and stress; ways that don't involve hurting myself.
"No...sígueme..." Digo girándola fuera de la habitación
I follow him out of the bathroom, still wrapped in my towel, feeling oddly exposed despite the fact that we're both fully clothed. He leads me into our room and sits down on his bed before patting the spot next to him. I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should sit beside him or not, but eventually I take a deep breath and do as he asks. "Okay..." My voice is quiet, reserved for times like these when everything else feels too loud or too harsh.