Windstorm (Girl x Girl) {Completed}

Scars

"What is that !?" Brooke cried out with laughter lacing her voice as she laughed at Jasmine's fail attempt at drawing.

"It's a freaking person's head. Can't you tell," Jasmine replied back with a frown?

"That's not like a person's head at all. More like a deform button. I swear there is no artistic bone in your body whatsoever."

"Well, you do it then if you think you can do any better."

"Maybe, I will," Brooke said as she begun to roll up her sleeves to start drawling. As Brooke reached across Jasmine to retrieve the pencil, she notices how Jasmine's eyes were fascinated by her. This sent a little shiver down her spine as she started to draw.  Little did she know that she was exposing a hidden part of herself as she drew because next thing she knew; Jasmine was gasping out loud.  This frightens Brooke as she assumed Jasmine was hurt. Once Brooke looked up, she realized that Jasmine was not hurt neither was she staring at her face. Instead, she follows her line of sight and noticed that Jasmine's eye was trained on her scared arms. This was a mistake, Brooke thought. She should have never let herself get too comfortable with Jasmine. Maybe then she would have never found herself in this predicament. Fear consumes her as she wonders how Jasmine would react. How would Jasmine see her? She patiently watched as Jasmine continues to stare. Finally, Jasmine opened her mouth:

"What happen?" she asked. Brooke hurriedly rush to pull down her sleeves before avoiding all eye contact with Jasmine. 

"Nothing happens.  Just a simple mistake. You weren't supposed to see that. When I was younger I had this stupid cat who scrape me up.  What also didn't help matters is: later in life, I fell on concrete and scared the hell out of my skin," Brooke said in a low voice as she self- consciously rubbed her arms. However, Jasmine took hold of Brooke's arm and pulled her sleeves up once again.  She carefully turned her arm around as she examined it.

"Cut the bullshit," Jasmine said, " I want the real story." Brooke then released a sad sigh once she eventually met Jasmine's eyes.

"I was depressed okay.  Life was hard when I was young. I was watching my parents file for divorce and this changed them for the worst. All my life, I thought my parents were the epitome of a perfect couple, but once they file for divorce that's when everything around me shattered. That's also when my dad started becoming an avid drinker.  Slowly, he was turning into an alcoholic. Not only that, but my dad was an aggressive drunk. He would go out to the bar, and return home drunk as fuck and use my mother as a punching bag. Do you know how freaking helpless I felt? Watching my mother become bruised and battered and not being able to defend her. She was my mother for god sakes, and I did nothing for her. It was no wonder that she eventually started to hate me in the end. But one night was worst than the others. My dad was drunk out of his mind and beat my mother till she was knocked unconscious. Out of all nights, that was the night I finally decided to attack.  I attempted to shove my father off of her because he was on the verge of killing her. That was my worst mistake because my father turns towards me with fury in his eyes and shoved me against the wall as he held my neck in a vice grip. I swear in that moment; he was going to chock me to death. I was barely able to breathe before he finally let go.  Even as I wheezed for air, I knew he was capable of horrible things."

"Oh Brooke, I can only imagine. That's terrible."

"What's even more terrible is my dad got arrested that night for murder and aggravated assault charges."

"Murder?"

"Yes. Murder. After my dad left my mother and me, he went out and murder a little girl and was arrested for it. It was later that the police found us and charged him with assault. As of now, he is still contained in Mount Carmel Jail.  Still to this day I haven't visit him. I mean how could I? He abused me. He murders someone and according to my mother, I'm the root of all their problems.  I was an unexpected pregnancy. My birth was a mistake.  I'm a mistake and after coming to terms with that, I decided what was the use of my life other than being a problem.  And what do people do with their problems? They cut them out or solve them. So I decided that there was no better solution than to cut myself because I was the problem. I was the problem that needed to be solved, and the only way I could do that was by erasing myself from the face of the earth. Maybe then I would finally be less of a problem," Brooke let out a huge breath as she concluded her story.

"Oh, Brooke. I wish there was more than I could say then "I'm sorry," because I'm sorry isn't nothing. Especially, after you found the courage to tell me that tragic story."

"I know. But on the bright side, I've been clean for 2 years."

"Brooke! That's amazing. I'm so proud of you."

"But I'm not proud of myself though. I see nobody with skin like me because we hide, and what does that make me? It makes me lesser than everybody else because I made the choice to ruin my once "flawless" skin," Brooke says as the dam started to flood. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at Jasmine with broken eyes.

"I don't know why you hide because your skin does not make you less beautiful. It just shows that you have own up to your flaws after having them destroy you for awhile," Jasmine says as she tried to comfort Brooke.

"I guess you're right. But I don't know if I'll ever feel comfortable to wear short sleeves again. Maybe once the scars are barely visible I will be or else I will have to use body makeup to cover up my mistakes"

"There aren't mistakes. They are just reflections of your old self that tells the stories of your battles. The stories of how strong you are to have live until today.  Besides, we all have our scars.

"Really?" asked Brooke doubtfully.

"Yes. You know, I've always considered cutting myself when I suffered from serious deep depression, but I never had the guts to do it, but you did. All this tells me is that inside you, you're a strong and brave person and don't let nobody tell you otherwise."