I am urging not to grab the knife but my voices in my brain are taking over me and they want me to hurt myself. My parents come in the room and find blood all over my arm. They ask me what happened and i told them I had no control and my brain messing with me but they did not believe me. They thought it was a social media challenge and when we got to the hospital my parents said I slipped and when I tried to tell the nurse what really happened my parents shushed me. The next day I texted my Bryce and told him what happened last night and he said that i am funny and that I would never do that. He said that because I look very happy at school but he has never seen the real me. I have never told anyone that I have a mental health issue. Yesterday when I was at the hospital my parents left the room and the doctor ask me what happened and I said my brain told me to cut my arm but my body didn't want me to. The doctor said it was a mental health issue and wanted me to go to a mental health hospital but I told the doctor I am fine, just stitch me up and I will be fine. The doctor said I better not see you again. I said that I will not come back again. So now I have stitches in my arm while school is going to start in 1 hour and I am scared to show Bryce the real me. At school I hide my stitches so I can show Bryce privately. When I got the chance to show him he said nice prank but when he touched the stitches he said Holy shit. I hate that I had to prove in order for him to believe it. He insists that I got to a mental health hospital but I said I am fine.