eleven - scars

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( An ounce of piece is all I want for you, will you never call again? )

J U S T I N

I can't believe what is standing in front of me now, this beautiful girl is broken. Why is she broken? Has something happened to her? I don't know, and I don't want to ask.

I feel her arm struggle in my grip, and after a few more seconds at staring at her wrist, one that I never would have thought to have new cuts and old scars laying across it I drop her hand, which she quickly takes and covers with her sleeve.

She stares at me for a minute, new tears leaving streaks down her cheeks. What have I done?

She turns her head towards the pavement under her as she turns away from me as walks away, leaving me standing there looking like and idiot. 

I should have showed her my scars.

I should have showed her my pain.

A/N: Hello! Sorry it took so long to update, lots of drama has been going on and it's so stressful! But I made this chapter quickly although it took me a few days (Ouch, I know right!) I kind of got writers block and then I said to myself, "You should write it in Justin's P.O.V." and I did! Yay! Anyways I have been doing a lot of thinking about it and I want to start working on publishing my book as a real book, so the whole world OUTSIDE of the Wattpad world can read it. Who's up for it? 

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