Break the Shell~ Traflagar Law Love Story

III: Scarred Body

  *Trigger warning~ Self Harm!*                  

                   You sat in your bed;  reading a new geography book. You were tired.  It had been another night, and you had barely any rest. You walked to your desk, and set your book down. Then you picked up your mirror.

                    Your (e/c) orbs showed tiredness, hatred, and sadness. Dark bags were under your eye, and you looked absolutely horrendous. You yawned deciding it was time you needed a cool relaxing bath to ease your tiredness.  You grabbed some clothes; specifically a pair of loose black jeans, a white tank top, and dark gray sweater. You also grabbed your bath towel, and headed to the tub.

                    You silently walked down the hallway; your mind wandering and wondering about different things. The silence had made you uneasy. It made you sick.

                     'Don't forget girl; you mean nothing! You have no one! And you will never! You're nothing but trash! Death cannot save you!' yelled the man, as he plunged the sword through the little girl's chest.

                      You stopped. Your hand went directly to you heart. It was pounding furiously. You leaned against the wall for support, as you felt as your legs were going to give out underneath you.

                       "Calm down." you whispered to yourself, as you felt your heart slowly slowing down until it was at it's normal pace. 'Damn, I just need to take bath, and I'll feel better. I'll be a bit calmer', you thought as you continued to the bath.

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                          You shut and locked the bathroom door behind you. You knelt down to the tub, and turned on the faucet. The sound of the water hitting the dry tile floor of the tub sounded soothing toward your ears. You got up, and began to strip. As you took off your shirt, and threw it onto the skin; they could be seen. Your horrible memories. Your scars. They were decorations on your body, because you had so many. As much as you wanted to wear short sleeves when it was hot; you couldn't. You didn't want your crew, especially you Captain to ask where you had gotten them from. You didn't want to speak of those miserable moments ever again. If anything you wanted to forget them.

                          You decided to take a minute and look at your scars, as the memories rush back. Not even an inch or two were there no scars. They completely painted your torso. You touch the scar the went down the middle of your chest.

                          'Yelled the man, as he plunged the sword into the little girl's chest.' The memory came back as you drug your fingers across it. There was a stinging pain as you touched it. Irritation. Hatred. Sorrow. It brought back all those memories when you were with your owner.

                          You then moved your hand to the three marks on your left shoulder, which were claw marks.

                           'Feeding you to the dogs would be a lot easier than feeding you. Ha! Hell would be more interesting than watching you feed off the ground for scraps! Hey, maybe we should try it! The dogs are especially hungry today!' laughed a man with a bushy black beard, as he dragged the beaten girl into the pit.

                           You bit your lip, as you moved you hand to the two circular shape craters on the right side of your stomach.

                            'You little piece of shit! How dare you bite your master! You bitch! That's it I've had enough of your misbehavior today!' yelled the man with the black beard; holding his bloody ear, as he repeatedly stomped on the little girl's head. He then stopped and headed to his desk, and whipped open the drawer, pulling out a gun. The girl's eyes widened as she tried to leave, before he turned around.

Bang!

Bang!

                             The girl fell to the ground, screaming in pain as she held her right side.

                             You were biting your lip harder; enough to draw blood, as you raised you arms. You looked at them and let out a depressed laugh. Cuts. There were cuts all over your body. Cuts that the bearded man hadn't caused.

                              The girl cried silently, as she sat in a dark room. It was so painful. The scent was strong, and filled the whole room.

Plip.

Plip.

                              The stench of fresh blood came from the little girl. Tears streamed down her eyes, as she raised the piece of glass to her arm once more. Oh how much she wanted this to end. Oh how much she wished it was all over. It all hurt. She couldn't take it. This abuse was getting to her head. It was making her regret her decisions of living. It never seemed to stop. She was done and just wanted to let the darkness take her.

                               Tears streamed down her eyes, as she brought the glass across her arms again and again; hoping the pain in her heart would just stop. Praying that it would stop. She gave her arms a few more cuts, before throwing the piece of glass away from her. She looked down a the pool of blood beneath her arms. She had to clean this mess up. She didn't need the bearded man finding out that she was cutting again. She didn't want him to put her down even more; making her more an more tempted to kill herself. She needed to clean the bloody mess up, and hide her only savior, which could ease her pain; the tiny piece of glass. The door unlocked, and the girl whipped around to see her master. She looked at him with eyes of terror, as a smile came across his face.

                               'Oh, my Dear~ Have you been cutting again? Your just begging me to spoil you.' he said with a insane smile as he approached the girl with tightened fist.

                                Suddenly you felt something warm touch your foot. You looked to the tub, which were overflowing . You rushed to it turning off the faucet, and grabbing a bucket to scoop out some of the water. After you get the extra water out, you went back, taking off all your clothes and hopping in the tub.

                                  The water was warm and comfortable, and your body trembles about how good it felt. Slowly you sink in, and let your body relax. You stopped thinking about the scars that the man had caused you, and began thinking about the ones on your arms.

                                   Yes, it's true, you used to hurt yourself. Only because you it helped calmed you. You hadn't done that sort of thing ever since, and you knew you would never do it again. You didn't want to do it again. You knew your pain would never stop, until you moved on. But you could never let go of what happened to you in those years. You couldn't forget.

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