stargazer // lawlorff

EIGHT

Kian froze. "W-what are you talking about?" 

I looked down at my chest. 

"I have a scar on my chest." 

He scoffed. "So? I have billions of bruises it doesn't-"

He stopped, and threw off my shirt immediately. I tried to cover it up. 

"Did you do this to yourself?" he asked perhaps a little to aggressively. 

I thought back to the incident. No, it wasn't self harm. I used to when I was a tiny little high school freshman, scared and alone, but I didn't cut myself across the heart. 

I shook my head. He traced his fingers along my scar and I cringed. 

"Who? Who did this to you?" he sobbed. 

I bit my lip. "I don't know. I was.. I was walking home one night from a party. My friends offered me a ride, but they were drunk too. I knew better than to do something so dumb. However, this one party was near the bad side of town. I decided to stop at the gas station, grab some food or something, and when I walked inside, there were only two people. The guy behind the cash register was playing some game on his phone, completely inattentive whatsoever. The other guy was looking at magazines. I went to the back to grab an Arizona tea and the guy just pulls out a knife, middle of nowhere. I'm about six feet from him, and he goes for the cash register. I'm no..I'm not brave. I instantly thought to flee the scene, but I don't really know what stopped me from doing just that. I ran, not out the door, but at him. I jumped on his back and he turned around and slammed me to the ground. As we were busy fighting, the manager got in touch with the police. They were almost there, and I had almost won. I was blindsided by the car's lights coming from the outside and.. he sliced open my chest. I went into immediate surgery and I lost a lot of blood in the process." 

I looked up from my chest to see Kian, clutching his mouth and tears falling out. He kissed my forehead. 

"I made a miraculous recovery, so they call it. I was supposed to die. But I didn't, and now I'm reminded of my so called luck and at the same time, misfortune, by this hideous scar."

He leaned down and kissed it, tracing every inch with his fingers. The cut was still pretty deep looking, nearly all the way across my chest. I absolutely detested it. 

"You can stop staring at it," I barked. He looked up at me. 

"I just.. I can't believe that something like this could happen to you. I'm so sorry." 

I placed my hands in my palms and groaned. "I'm sorry I'm so disgusting." 

He threw my hands off my face and gripped at my wrists. He slowly let them go and held onto both my hands. "You're not disgusting, Sammy.  Not even a little, not even at all. Baby, I don't understand why you think so terribly of yourself. You lived, that's all that matters. If you would've died, I would have never met you. So think of it as a positive, that you have that scar. It means you overcome the past, and it's healing and so are you." 

I rolled my eyes. "You're sappy as fuck." 

He laughed. "Yeah, you love it." 

I raised my eyebrows and he pulled me back onto his lap. "Maybe I do," 

He smirked before he kissed me. "Good."