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war scars
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⚠️TW mention of self harm, suicide
i used to cut myself,
the scars on my wrist were still visible.
no one knew about them, especially my mom.
if she found out she'd be furious,
i always wore clothing that covered my wrists.
even during the summer, i would never go fully into the water. i would put a sweatshirt on and then just wade in the water, only up to my ankles.
i got out of bed and walked into my bathroom, i looked at my reflection.
i looked at my face,
it was so red, i picked at the skin around my stomach.
did i really look like that?
a tear rolled down my face, i quickly wiped it away and walked out of the bathroom.
i flopped down on my bed and picked up my phone, i opened my messages and saw multiple from Olivia.
mostly her freaking out about our parents, then she called me. i picked up and rolled over onto my back,
"hey what's up," i say.
"guess what?" she says.
"what?" i ask.
"William asked me out!" she squeals.
"oh my god really? that's amazing!" i say.
"mhm! we're going out tonight, he's picking me up at 6!" she says.
"well you have to send me what you're wearing and where you're going!" i say.
"uh duh! anyway i have to go now, but i'll call you later!" she says.
"ok bye!" i say.
"bye!" she says.
i hang up and notice that i had a missed call from Louis, he left me a voicemail. i clicked on it,
"hey, it's me, just calling to make sure you made it home safe. uhm, look i'm really sorry about everything, even though i already apologized i still feel really bad. anyway, call me when you get this." i listened to the voicemail.
i felt my mouth curve into a small smile, i looked at the phone and called him.
"hello?" he says, my lord his voice was so deep.
"uhm hi, i just noticed that you called me," i say.
"oh, yeah, so you got home alright?" he says.
"mhm," i say.
"ok well that's good," he says.
