True Scary Stories

The first of many scars

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD, BURN SCARS, AND FUTURE PHOBIA AND SCARS. DESCRETION IS ADVISED!

My first serious scar. It was scary. I didn't know what was going on, I just knew my body was in horrible pain. It was mostly my arm and chest, but it shocked my nerves and I felt like it was a scene from a horror movie, when one of the main protagonist is killed. The heat. It bubbles on my pale arms as it began to blister and bubble as I watched in horror screaming in an agony. My father tried to help me, as it was ironically his fault. His marshmallow had caught fire as we sat around the fire making s'mores on the second day or my first camping trip. However his prong got stuck and when he tried to fix it, it caused the over heated substance to fling right into my direction, barely missing my stepmom, and hitting me. It was seconds before my shirt caught fire and my arm joined it as I try to put it out myself, only to give up and scream bloody murder as the pain got worse. It felt like eternity until I was out. I was taken to a relatives trailer to calm down and relax. I was sobbing as it just hurt. It felt as if little to huge red burns and possibly blood covered my top torso and arm. Even though they are little scars now, as a child, it felt like huge gashes into my skin as I trembled at the sight of red and transparent body fluids came out. I refused to go by the fire for the rest of the trip and mostly went to bed early as I wasn't in the mood to eat some s'mores that were made during the remaining nights. I do now enjoy s'mores, and sometimes lit candles, but my fear of that engulfing flame of oxygen and heat still haunt me to this day.