Holding the border of the sink, I embraced myself for the pain that would come.
In my mind I could already feel it coming.
Fast.
I knew it would come.
Slowly I lowered the cotton full of medicine in the wound.
I held my breath and waited.
Nothing.
It wasn't what I was expecting.
Where was the pain?
It wasn't like it wouldn't come either. I knew for sure it would come. Sooner. Or later.
I had an open wound. Of course the pain would come!
I passed the cotton in the wound again and there it was.
I knew it would come.
It burned slightly in the corner. But it was something.
If it reacted to the unguent then it would heal fast.
Soon some temporary skin would grow there.
The scar wouldn't be beautiful.
But at least she wouldn't have to walk around with an open wound and bear with the looks of everyone who saw it.
She would be normal again.
No, she wouldn't.
Now she'd have to live with a scar.
An exposed scar.
She just wore skirts. And no long skirts.
The scar would be there in her calf.
Staining it.
Forever.
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Absentminded- Chronicles Of A Young Lady's Mind
NouvellesThat book is a small collection of random texts I wrote. Sometimes I just have a crazy idea to a chapter or I see a prompt somewhere and get inspired. I just write a small text, one shot stories or the beginning to a story I can write later and pos...
