They don't need to understand.

But I survived.

Andy's POV.

I awoke the next morning with a smile on my face, but it faded when I felt a tingling pain in my forearm.

I sigh.

I get up and I walk into the bathroom.

I strip down and look in the mirror.

All the scars have mostly faded. I smile.

I survived years of hell.

I really wonder why I even started being a teacher. Now that i've met Sara, I have to stay.

I hop in the shower and let the warm water engulf my skinny frame.

I get out and dry off, I walk back into my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist.

I pull on a kiss crewneck sweatshirt and some black skinny jeans and combat boots.

I look in the mirror and crack a half smile.

I've never really liked the way I looked.

I grabbed what I needed for work and I walked out of my house, locked it up and headed to he- I mean school.