I start to think that maybe if I tell him everything, just spill it all in one sitting; I'll feel better. But then how will he feel? As the conflicts roll through my head, I find my body shifting closer to him, one hand on my left sleeve. I know right then that this is the absolute point of no return. Once I show him my scars, he'll know something my own brother doesn't even suspect.
"I understand that, but I want to be one of those people. Can't you just let one more inside that complicated little head of yours?" He asks, looking into my eyes.
I nod, gulping as I notice our close proximity. He has met me in the middle and we're sitting so close, I can feel his warmth. Harrison has broken every boundary I've ever set for myself, and in such a short period of time.
"I-I need to show you something." I manage to whisper, barely tugging on the edge of my sleeve.
I know I can trust him. I can't ever trust reactions, but I can trust some people. He has already proven to me that not everyone is out to get me; that some just care. It's not every day that you get an untrusting, empty shell of a girl to figure this out. It takes work.
He stares at me as I play with my sleeve, contemplating how to explain everything. Maybe it will be better if I just do it fast, like ripping off a band-aid. He'll care, obviously. He would never have been this persistent if he didn't care.
"Whenever you're ready." He offers, noticing my apprehension.
I study his face for a moment, before I ready him for this revelation. "Do you promise me you won't tell anyone? Or freak out?"
"I promise." He confirms.
I know I shouldn't be putting all my hope in a single guarantee. I should be preparing myself for the letdown of yet another lying man. But my mind is already made up.
"Okay." I breathe, pushing the arm of my shirt up so that it shows every fresh wound, as well as every scar.

Harrison sucks in a breath at the sight I've just set before him. I hear him mutter a curse under his breath as he looks from my mutilated arm to my face. I keep my eyes turned down, not ready to face the reality that I've finally shown someone.
He surprises me by reaching out and just barely brushing his fingers across the marks. My breath catches in my throat as my shocked eyes dart up to meet his.
"Where else?" He asks, breaking our tense silence.