Victor looked at me, as if he was trying to look through and deep into my soul. I was secretly nervous that he would.

He went closer to me and gently held my hand, which made me blush.

Get a hold of yourself, Ella!

Which I did. I immediately stopped blushing and I was now more confused. "What is it?"

He continued to look into my eyes as he finally spoke, "You're not good. I can tell."

I froze.

Crap...

Instead of getting mad or anything, he was still his normal kind self. "It's gonna be ok Ella. I'm not sure what you're facing. But I feel and see your pain. You don't need to do this alone." He gently hugged me close to him.

I didn't expect him doing that. I hesitantly hug back, still nervous about something else. I didn't want him to see my scars on my arms that I put on myself. I know that he'll definitely hate me if I told him.

He felt my pain once again, then looked worried and concerned at me as we slowly released the hug.

"Really Ella. You don't need to hide. You can tell me. You know I would never judge you or make fun of you. I just wanna help you out. As much as I can tell you hate the pain, I hate seeing you in pain. You've been my best friend for years.

We've helped each other out. You can let me help you like before. I sincerely promise I won't make fun of you or get made if you tell me." The last sentence he was trying to be a bit funny and serious at the same time.

I giggled a bit softly. I knew he was trying to cheer me up.

I then saw my sleeve accidentally go up as I moved my arm. I saw that Victor had saw my cuts. I was scared, and I showed it also.

He gently went close to me, worried and concerned once again. "Ella, what was on your arm?" He spoke with his gently, caring voice. He kind of looked like he might be sick but I could tell he was ignoring it and tried to help me instead.

I was about to run away when he gently grabbed my hand. I couldn't leave. His touch wanted me to stay, but I was still scared either way.