the boy’s was stringy and limited his finger dexterity, the girl’s heavily padded the palm.
somehow i was then the one being led out to the plane, with these cords on my own hand, and somewhere in there i realized what the cords meant.
the boy was a cutter.
the girl attempted suicide.
and these cords were to make their scars visible to the world.
i started crying, and crying, and wished my guardian would ask me why.