Scars. (tfios fanfic)

Scars.

Five years.

It's been five damn years.

Five years since my dear Augustus Waters left his scar on me.

They say the marks humans leave are too often scars but this is different. This scar left me with a million memories.

This scar reminds me of happiness & tragedy.

So when I think of it I feel almost hollow there is no emotion that can fully describe it.

For I cannot cry because the happy times hold me back. And I cannot smile for the tragedies burn so very deeply in my brain.

I've been in remission for almost 4 years now.

Some say that it was Gus who asked god for another miracle for me. Anyways I moved to Amsterdam about a year ago. I love it here the people are very friendly and even though I don't know much Dutch I've started catching on quickly.

It seems as though my mother still has a slight bit of control over what I do though. I have to call her once a day to check up with her and talk about my day and have to go to this new support group for survivors.

It's crazy how my mom could still find support group for me when she is almost half way around the world. But anyways this support group is ehh.

I mean the first thing wrong with it is that they call it "The Survivors" Like everyone has survived something in there life like a family death, food poisoning, and for some people cancer.

I'm just saying we've all survived something so why are we considered the survivors?

Okay so first chapter! Hope you enjoy it I'm excited to be writing! Please leave comments!!!