She always wondered why? Out of all people, why her?
All of the pressure fell on her. She wanted to feel happy again.
When Luke first saw her around, they instantly became friends, mostly because of her clumsiness. He was her first best friend in a long time.
They spent more time together, everything felt warn then. But now, she felt cold, miserable, and unworthy.
Everyday, she would feel the steel on the locker. He pushed her around like a rag doll and she let him because she was no more than a rag doll.
Then, she would get up without a word and leave. Not bothering to see his blue eyes. Those cold yet warm eyes.
Beneath an empty corridor, she ducked and slid in the wall. She rolled her sleeve and saw that one of her scars are bleeding.
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The Girl Who Had Scars || discontinued
Short StoryShe was hurt. She was broken. Every single day, she went to murder, battling against herself. She was afraid. She felt pain but hid it. And the scars were there to prove it. Starting date: November 1, 2015 End date:
