Dustin didn't want to say whether or not he cut himself. Still she had asked a direct question so he gave her a mixed answer. Yes he had cut himself but no it had not been an accident. Therefore it was yes and no for an answer to the question she asked. Thankfully she didn't ask any further questions. He went back to playing. He didn't even realize she was in the room right now. He stopped to breath then played and sang a second song. He didn't feel he had skill. It was just how he relieved himself when he didn't cut. He kept singing until the second song was done. He put the guitar aside and laid back on the bed. Closing his eyes. What was his class? He forgot already. Something about music. He didn't want to go. They would make him play in front of others. Something he highly felt himself inadequete to do. He sat up and went to the bathroom. Scrubbing on the floor until he got the blood cleaned up. Coming back out and sat down. "Guess got early dinner then music. Don't really wanna go to class." He muttered to himself. Looking at her. "So guess you are stuck with me as a roommate. Not much to tell you the truth."<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsPzaZ-YxA0"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/CsPzaZ-YxA0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>