𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜

Chapter 7

Warning: Mentions of sh, please skip this chapter if you feel uncomfortable reading this, also some ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) in this chapter.

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Yusari's pov

The warm sun covered my face as I walked around the pool, I am wearing a revealing swimsuit that revealed my scars. Yes, I did self-harm and now that everyone can see my scars I feel guilty for doing it..

I never had a perfect childhood, my parents were always fighting and sometimes I would get involved. My father would hit my mother and that's when I have to get involved of course that would only worsen the situation.
My father would yell at me and pull my hair while my mother cried and screamed at him in the corner of the room. It was always like that until I turned 18 and decided to move away from my family leaving my mother and my older sister.

To be entirely honest my mother was never perfect as well, from time to time she would yell at me for my bad grades and sometimes for the scars I had created on my skin.

But that was fine. I'm fine. I feel fine. Do I really feel fine?

"Yusari?"
I heard a familiar voice which caused me to put my hands behind my back, I spun around to look at the blond boy who was a couple of inches taller than me.

"Hi... Guess you got a decent swimsuit."
Chishiya looked at me seriously already knowing what I meant, he took his hand out of his pocket and handed me something.

"Even though there is no reason for you to cover your scars I would feel better for you to be comfortable."

I looked down at my hand only to see a concealer and some patches in it.

"Don't put the concealer on the patches, that will cause grease or it would look more noticeable. Just put the patch on a scar that cannot be covered with concealer."

The sides of my mouth turned upwards which created the warmest smile I've ever had on my face, I held the products tightly in my hands and I hugged the male who stood there as he turned into a rock.

"Thank you, after all, you're not as bad as you normally are."

Chishiya smirked and looked at me with his hands in his pockets.
"How nice of you to say that."

I smirked back at his remark and quickly said before quickly answering.
"Heh, you know me."

After our small conversation, I ran behind the huge building and walked up the big stairs that were leading to the roof.
Yesterday in the middle of the night I found this place and decided to mark it as mine, of course, it's not the safest place to hang out because this roof is most likely to be found but who cares.

I sat close to the edge as I opened the concealer and added it to some of the scars I had on my thighs, of course, there were scars on my hands as well but most of the scars were on my thighs and my stomach.

I slowly opened the patches and placed them on my forearm and that patch quickly covered those scars.

When I finally finished covering my scars I felt better and more comfortable walking amongst other. people without feeling judged.