Leap of Faith (Camp Camp)

11. Filler

When David got back to the camp it was 3 am. He trotted back to the cabin and maneuvered his way to his room silently.

David made sure he was as quiet as possible as he washed the pocket knife off in the sink, then disposed of the gloves in the trash. He made a mental note to take care of the trash when David got up and took off his sweatshirt.

As he looked in the mirror, David noticed the dark bags under his eyes. He took the bandage off of his cheek and looked at the scab that had started to form. (The stitches were taken out luckily)

David frowned and outlined the scab with his index finger. He forgot it was there for some time. He also noticed the other scars on his bare chest.

A couple of stay ones here and there. Scars from getting hit by a buss 3 times. Scars from being mauled by wolves. Scars from being stabbed by Nurf.

Every scar represented something that David would never forget. Stories that he'd be able to tell in the future.

There were a few he really wished that he could forget, though. From the work related to the ones that were caused by some assholes in an alleyway that attacked David on the way home one day. He certainly wouldn't forget that one.

Or the ones from his brother. The ones from his dad before he was sent to prison.

David's thoughts wandered and he caught himself, shaking his head and placing a new bandage on his cheek.

He wrapped the pocket knife in the sweatshirt and headed back into his room. Once David had closed the door behind him, he shoved the sweatshirt in a box. Which, then, was shoved in the back of his closet just in case.

Just in case.