(Storm's pov)
"Stormie, Storm, wake up!" I opened my eyes and saw Jake in front of me, I looked at the clock and saw it was 6 in the morning. I sat up and yawned.
"Yeah?" I said tiredly.
"I feel sad." He said.
"How do you feel sad?" I asked. This is what we do instead of him cutting himself, he just comes to me.
"I feel like I wanna cry and I just feel empty. I feel like I need to cut." He said. I scooted over and sat crisscross on my bed. He climbed on and sat there facing me. He sighed and looked down at his scarred covered arms. "Please just let me cut once." He begged.
"Jake, what kind of parent would I be if I let you do that? I'd be a terrible parent." I said.
"I know but it's the only thing that helps me cope." He said.
"Have you ever tried doing something creative with you
