Molly's POV
I go over to my mirror on my vanity and sit in front of it, my eyes scanning all my features.
I begin with my forehead all the way down to my chin, studying all my features, the things I hated and the things I loved.
I gently place my hand over my scar on my cheek that went from my eye to the corner of my lip.
My fingertips trace over the scar carefully. I close my eyes and take a deep sigh.
No matter what i did, the scar would still always be there.
No matter what i did, i'd still exchange strange looks from strangers.
And no matter what I did to my body or face, no one would ever accept my flaws.
I hold my hands and place them in my lap. I stare into the mirror, looking into my green eyes.
I tried picturing myself without the hideous scar there, but no matter what, i knew nothing would change.
I'd still be known as that weird, anti-social girl with that ugly scar on her face.
I shake my head and plop down on my bed, my head hitting my pillow.
I looked around my bedroom, admiring the beautiful shade of pink I decided to paint it as a little girl.
Memories start flooding back, and this time not the bad ones, the good ones I wish I could go back in time and experience again.
In the corner of my room was my rocking chair my dad use to cradle me in as a baby.
On the rocking chair was a teddy bear. I get up from my bed and sit down in the rocking chair, holding the teddy bear in my hands.
I haven't touched it since my dad had passed away from war. I feel tears stream down my face and over my scar.
I squeeze the bear, remembering the same familiar words that flooded into my ears on the cold winter nights.
"Molly, it's me daddy! I miss you so much baby and can't wait until I come back home! Love you baby girl."
He never did come back.
