Secrets will never be secret
I first opened up to my counsellor/housemistress when I couldn't take it anymore, hiding my scars became tiring and I couldn't handle the thoughts in my head. I thought I could trust her and I could but things took a turn for the worst. The unspoken words that only her and I knew soon became everyone's business. My parents found out as they caught a glimpse of my Battlefield stained upon my wrists whilst on holiday. After months had past and living in boarding school, hiding my scars became tedious. It was time for me to open up to my closest friends! I never thought it would be that easy to confront them with my dark secret but they were incredibly supportive. I felt comfortable to sit with short sleeves whilst I was with them... Something I had never done before.
Sone part of me is glad that I opened up, however I will blame myself everyday for being stupid enough to forget to pull down my sleeves infront of my mother... A mistake I will never make again.