Bowers gang preferences

the couple with scars

•part 2 to the boy with scars•
*warning: I will be mentioning abuse and some self harm, so please be cautious if you're sensitive to these things*

Henry Bowers. He was the only one who knew my secret. I had told him when he found the scars on my arms. Those nasty scars.

He said it was okay because he knew what it was like. Harming yourself wasn't alright though. I had lied to him and told him my father was the one hurting me, when in reality . . . It was me. I never knew why, but it just was.

Long sleeved shirts were worn by me all year round to cover them up. But little did they know.

"It was never your fault." "You just don't know how to control them yet." "It's okay." My father used to tell me these things when he would see the nervous expressions on my face. He knew how to calm people down with words, but those people were never me.

"I just want you to try harder next time to get them working. It will be alright sweets." God I hated being called that. It was almost insulting to hear that nickname echo throughout my ears.

I look up into his cold eyes. His gleaming white smile took over his wrinkled expression, making him look even darker. "We'll try some testing for tomorrow. Have a good night." his monotone voice was almost sickening to listen to. 

Once he left the room I stayed in, I looked around. It was cold and dark. Colorless walls, and nothing but a bed. A bed and a pair of scissors that he had left in here. He had wanted me to move them with my so called "powers". This was all just a heaping pile of bullshit to me.

Looking back and forth to make sure no one would open the door and see what I was doing, I made my way to the scissors laying on the tiled floor.

*Warning; self harm up ahead! Read at your own risk!*

The scissors were cold in my hands, but even colder on my skin. Tears trickle down my soft cheeks, and I try to hide the loud sobs.

"look at what you've done . . ." I whisper, cutting my once clear skin. "Look at what you've made me!" I cry out, not caring if anyone hears me. No one should live like me: tested on, abused. This needed to stop. I knew if I were broken they wouldn't  want me. I just needed to break myself.

Blood slowly falls down my arms in different places. I was broken. I felt free.                                            ************

"Tania . . . Tania"

I wipe the tears from the memories off of my face, and look up to see Henry standing in front of me. I had purposely sat in the back of the cafeteria just to avoid him, but he is persistent. 

"Hi Henry."

"Why are you crying?" he sat down right next to me, those puppy eyes looking up at me.

"Memories. Very bad memories." he nods "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your gang?"

He looks down at his hands. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I took a wild guess and thought those tears were from your father."

I shake my head, earning an uneasy look from him. "The tears aren't for him this time."

"Then who are they for?"

I sniffle, and try to contain the tears building up in my eyes. "They're from the things I've done; to people . . . to me."

"Well what have you done?"

I take a deep breath. "These scars," I roll up my sleeve. "Aren't from my father. They're from me. The made me feel like a monster when I was young, so I started doing these things knowing I will never be good enough for anything-"

He grabs my arms and looks into my eyes. "Don't you ever make yourself feel like you are nothing, because you are something. You are an amazing person. A-and I love you."

My heart squeezes in my chest. "You do?"

"Of course I do, why wouldn't I? You're my favorite person in the world, you are just so beautiful an-"

I cut him off my genitally putting my soft lips on his. He tensed up a little, and I started to pull back, but he caught me in his arms and kissed back. I could feel him smiling into the kiss, and wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen it.

Before we would suffocate from the lack of air, we pulled apart and stared into each others eyes. 

"I love you too Henry Bowers." 

I hope you like the sequel xoxotani! I forgot to put an announcement at the end before I published it because it was like 1:00 in the morning . . . 😬 Sorry if it wasn't exactly what you were expecting, just let me know if I can do anything else!♡