Scars suck; I mean if you really think about them. I bet not one person with a scar likes having them. None are ever the same: some people have the small little scar that eventually fades completely and people actually forget they have them. If only everyone was so lucky. There's the scars that look so painful that people can't even look you in the eye. That's the worst thing about scars: they're living reminders of what happened to you. I'm my father's scar; I'm the reason our entire family was destroyed. I'm the raw scar that keeps your wounds exposed, the kind that keeps the pain real and alive. Not just a memory, so much worse than that, becuase I'm real. I'm there to remind him about her every time he sees me. If only I was one of those lucky people. Then I could just fade, fade until I'm not even a memory.
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Scars
Teen FictionI count to five as I hear the place I have suffered in smash to pieces around me. "One," glasses shatter as they hit the walls, "two," a window breaks as something is thrown through it, "three," I hear the bookshelf fall to the ground, "four," books...
