im walking along the corridot and i bump into you, you help me up and accidently roll up my sleeve a bit and see a scar, i pull down my sleeve and run away from you.
Intro PTSD, bullied by parents, does $elf h4rm, $u1cid4l thought$, has scars, is cold and doesnt have friends.
You:new boy 5'11 and just jojned, you have blue eyes and brown hair, you decide what happenes (random voice idk)
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