Time - TPN fanfiction (discontinued)

Scars

(Y/N) POV:

Physical marks remaining from an injury or wound are known as scars. Beyond their outward look, they also carry a deeper meaning. In the face of struggles, resilience and fortitude can be symbolised via scars. They might speak as a reminder of previous adversity and the lessons learned from it.

They may not appear exactly like the surrounding skin, but they stand for a journey of recovery and resiliency. Scars can be created by a variety of things, such as accidents, surgeries, and illnesses. They can also come in different shapes, sizes, and colours.

Healing scars can have profound emotional meaning for the person who bears them despite how they seem. They may stand for fortitude, the capacity to endure hardship, and strength. It's crucial to keep in mind that scars do not characterise a person, and that they should even be cherished as a symbol of recovery.

Further, scars may trigger memories of horrific events, that may lead to pain and mental anguish. It's vital to keep in mind that scars are a normal part of the mental as well as the physical healing process. They can show our capacity to overcome obstacles and learn from what we have experienced. In the end, the value of scars is specific to each person and can be interpreted in a variety of ways.

I have a deep scar on my chest, as dreadful as it may sound. It's not something of tragic events or of any other kind, but it honestly leaves a scar. My transmitter is located in the base of my heart, unlike other children. This transmitter can also kill me since they could function as pacemakers in the instance that my heartbeat stopped. Yeah.. you're right. They are right at the heart which can instantly kill me if I try anything.

If I wanted, I could simply steal my mother's radar, but it may jeopardise both my plans and theirs. I could possibly die sooner than I anticipated since getting rid the transmitter inside of me is challenging than you thought. And now for some awful news- there are only two options left. Either steal the controller from my brother, or return to the lab in order to have anyone perform a surgery on me so I can get rid of this thing. I am valuable meat, they wouldn't allow me to die before I turned twelve.

As of right now, the radar seems to have only two drawbacks: one is that Mamas cannot tell which kids each spot on the radar's screen represents. However, the drawback does not prevent the radar from locating people at great distances. Despite the radar's drawback, Isabella is one of its adept users. She can tell which child a mark represents by looking at its speed, for example, identifying two markings as Norman and Emma based on their speed.

"Jeez, God. With this thing inside of me, I have no idea how I'm going to get out of this hellhole." I smacked my forehead on the window and groaned softly. The library looks empty as I observed the children playing with one another from the window, but something wasn't right. Those three aren't present.

"(Y/N)." A smooth, slightly deep voice called out from behind me. I turned around only to be met with a huge frightening smile. As is usual..Krone. If I hadn't previously encountered her well, I'd assume she's trying to be close to me, so I'd promote her to Grandma so she could be a Mama. 'Typical woman.' They would go to any length to survive in this world. But no one is to blame- it's only the Ratri's.

"Yes, Sister Krone?" With a smile on my face, I returned her huge grin. To be honest, I'm not very good at faking a smile, but because people are so gullible, this will suffice. "The children had been wondering where you were. Because you're new here, they wanted to play tag with you." She spoke up. She knows what she's doing. She is aware of how much I despise physical activity.

But this is getting out of hand. I was trying to figure out how to get rid of my transmitter, and now they want me to play tag? Tag is literally a playground game in which one or more players chase after other players in an attempt to "tag" them and mark them out of play, usually by touching with their hands. They'll chase me till I'm out of breath, and the worst part is that I'm weak in physical activities! But living in that lab my entire life without any exercise may lead my physique to deteriorate and this could be a great chance to help me escape.

"Sure, I'll be there shortly. Just a moment, I need to return my books to the bookshelf." I give her a gentle grin. This is terrible, very terrible! How am I going to get through this game? I'd never played anything like this before!

A/N: Very short. I know but I hope this has gratified you in some way. (ꏿ﹏ꏿ;)