So tell me, Alahna.
Which did you mean to do: Punch me or scratch me?
Because it felt like a little bit of both.
Like you couldn't really decide..
And: What was it you called me?
Not that it matters, but just for the record because I was too busy lifting my hand and ducking.
But you got me!
And I missed what you said...
That tiny scar you've all seen above my eyebrow?
Yeah, that's the shape of Alahna's fingernail, which I've plucked out myself!
Or, maybe you've never seen it. But I see it, every morning when I get ready.
"Good morning, Nic!" It says.
And every night when I get ready for bed, "Sleep tight."
But it's more than just a scratch!Its a punch in the stomach and a slap in the face.
Its a knife in my back because you would rather believe a made-up rumor from fake fans than what you knew to be true!
Alahna, my dear..
I'd really like to know if you dragged yourself to my funeral.
And if you did, did you notice your scar?
And what about you; The rest of you.
Did you notice the scars you left behind?
No.
Probably not.
Because most of them cannot be seen with a naked eye.
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13 Reasons Why -Nicolas Sturniolo
Fanfiction❗❗WILL BE TAKEN DOWN IF THE TRIPLETS ARE EVER UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT❗❗ "Hello, boys and girls, Nicolas Sturniolo here, live and in-stereo. I hope you're ready, 'cause I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why it ended."
