"You!" Her mother glared like she was the one who stole her life.
Carly backed away, not expecting this to happen.
"Stupid! You're the reason why I'm lying here, drowning myself with alcohol." She pointed her bottle like it was a knife. Carly's small frame trembled.
"Motherf*cking b*tch! You ruined my life! Your stupid father made promises but look at what he'd promised eh? Is this the life I wanted? No!" For a moment she cried but then, she realized that Carly was there too.
Without even a full second, she cracked the bottle on the wall beside her then threw it over to Carly.
When she glances over her wound, she did not wince nor cry . Instead, she felt numb and just pulled the bottle of from her arm, grabbed her bag and rushed to her room's bathroom.
She stared at her own reflection. It resembled a blank face like a paper. She glanced down at her own body covered in scars, each holding a memory of its own.
She closed the drawer of medical supplies she bought and wore her long sleeved black shirt, heading to her bed to sleep.
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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:
