"My dad hit me yesterday." Sophia says, her eyes trail along the tents floor covered with sleeping bags and pillows.
"What?" I say. That was all I could say. The worlds couldn't come out of my mouth, it was as if something inside of me couldn't speak, I was being stopped. I wanted to speak, scream, shout, but the words wouldn't roll of my tongue. After my parents abusing me, and knowing how much it hurt, I hated seeing others experience it too.
"Everyone has habits right. Like, biting their nails. Playing with their hair, picking at scabs. My dad's is taking anger out on others, it's an old habit though."
"It's not very old then is it?" I say, anger in my tone of voice. Ed was a disgrace. A poor excuse of a father, my parents weren't brilliant examples, but I guess it's the 'shit parents' generation.
"But, I don't know what to do." She says, her eyes becoming glossy.
"Sophia, I need to say something." I say, but as I nearer the end of the sentence my throat becomes dry, and croaky, and a lump forms, making it even harder to speak.
"What is it? Please don't tell anyone. He will kill me, you know that right?" She says, panic in her voice, as she frantically tried to keep me from speaking.
"I know it perfectly." I say.
"What do you mean?" she asks, intriguingly.
"My parents use to abuse me. And I use to cut because of it." I say, rolling my sleeve up, revealing the silver coloured scars, engraved into my wrist.
Her finger tip touches my wrist, as she holds it gently.
The tent of the zip opens, and a young boy's figure appears, it was Carl.
I frantically roll down my sleeve, I don't want him to know. I don't want anyone to know, Sophia was an exception.
"What's on your wrist? Are you bit? Scratched? DAD." Carl shouts, but Sophia silences him.
"What is it?" He says, sitting next to me and Sophia, completing the triangle formation.
"Nothing." I reply, making no eye contact.
His fingers meet under my chin, and lift my head up, as my eyes meet his aurora blue ones. Mine were glossy an teary, yet his showed independence and courage.
"My parents use to hit me. So I use to cut." I say.
The sleeve of my jumper rolls up, meeting my elbow, and Carl stares at my wrist. Jaw hitting the floor.
"I'm sorry I'm not good enough." I say, and Sophia takes hold of my hand, squeezing it tight and showing me a faint smile.
"You are good enough. You're perfect." He says, his lips meeting the scars of my past, engraved into my skin, slowly washing away the pain.
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Long Way Home (A Carl Grimes Fanfic)
Fanfictionabusive parents. sleepless nights. bruises and scars. the endless pattern of Lauren's life, day in day out. it all seemed to be getting better in her eyes, but one boy saves her life in the new and cruel world they seemed to have awoke to. It's a lo...
