Dustin jumped as she started snapping at him. He visually recoiled and scooted back on his bed. Flinching and tensed like he was expecting a blow to follow her yelling at him. It always had. His mother would yell or snap at him then the blow from his father followed mere seconds after the yelling ended. He looked at her in utter confusion. Wha? She was yelling at him. He had no idea why she was yelling at him. Why did she ask him if he was crazy. A cutter. Occasionally suicidal. Crazy..no. He was quite sane. He didn't answer her and instead withdrew into himself. "STOP YELLING AT ME! I HAVE NO IDEA WHY YOU ARE YELLING AT ME!" He suddenly cried out in frustration. Throwing himself back into the wall the wall when she came into the room. His hands clenching and unclenching. She wasn't making a good impression on him. What did she mean have consideration for the people around him?<br/><br/>"What are you talking about? Why are you asking me that? How can you "smell" blood? Could have broken the door down and killed me? What are you a vampire or something?" He asked. His voice hesitant and defensive a bit. Filled with utter confusion. He moved off the bed. He backed away from her. "No. I don't need you to look at it. I'm fine." He said. Sounding panicky. No. He didn't need help. He knew what he had done. It would heal like always. He pulled his arms to his side and refused to extend them to her. He glared at her. "Leave me alone! I didn't do anything for you to yell at me!" Great. Now he wanted to cut again. How did she know he had bleed? How could the whole dorm smell like blood? He had done it in the bathroom. "I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ARE MAD RENI!" He exclaimed out of frustration at not understanding what the issue was. Putting a hand through his long locks.<br/><br/>So he cut? How could she possibly know he had. He was tense and pressed into the wall still like she was about to jump and assassinate or beat the shit out of him. His features ghostly pale. His eyes darting around in panic. He was afraid to move. Shaking a bit as the abuse was certain to follow her spatting at him like a feline whose tail got stepped on. He kept the arm he cut to his side. "Its nothing...just a flesh wound. You wouldn't understand." He said in a shakey voice. Now she was calm??? What the fuck?! His heart was racing and practically beating itself out of his chest.