Beautiful Scars [1] ✔

FAN-IT-UP # 1

This fan it up was SOO good that it made me jealous. Me, the author, jealous! This chapter is dedicated to Different_so_what for writing this beautiful adaptation of an additional epilogue to "Beautiful Scars. Remember, words have been changed ONLY because I wanted the best quality of the story as possible. So, here it is guys:

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THEY COME AT NIGHT

WRITTEN BY:

Different_so_what

As life goes on we have to live with what happened in past. Some move on, some don't, but all carry it.

Some, like me, have scars on body, on their body and soul, but we all have a past.

Time may have passed, but I still have nightmares.

Every night, I close my eyes, enjoying the sound of silence as I pray to open my eyes in the morning.

Millions of "what if's" swirl around my head as flashing pictures make me grip on the sheet harder. I can see my parents happy, Lisa with her green eyed baby smiling, but yet it will never be.

Turning on the side, I take a deep breath and try to focus on nice things in my life.

It is in my hands again, the pictures of all those people killed.

I flip trough pages as my stomach protests.

I am trying to stop myself, but my hands refuse to listen. I am tied on the chair and ropes are burning my skin as I try to move and escape, light coming from above is stopping me from seeing further in the dark room where I am.

I am flipping it to the end, to last person he murdered. Lisa's face covered in blood, her empty green eyes are in front of me as I go back. My hands move like they are searching for something.

I try to calm my breathing and gather enough strength to scream, but I can't as I cough from smoke all around me, which is preventing it. Tears are sliding down my face as I feel ducktape on my mouth, letting out only a muffled sob as it's getting hard for me to breathe.

My hands finally stop at the first page, they move upwards towards the picture as my eyes widen and I start choking on smoke again, tearing up and trying to move from this hell chair.

The photograph is black and white, but her eyes stare in my soul as her gapping mouth is trying to warn me, her hair is dark as I can see and it falls in locks around her face and down her torso.

Her shirt is torn apart as she lies next to the wall in her ripped shirt and her legs at strange angle.

My breathing is speeding up again as I feel someone behind me.

"Ah, Anita Rose." He breathes in my ear. "The first one." He chuckles.

"You know, I was in college then. She was this extremly smart young girl."

His hands take away the album and he sits on the chair in front of me.

I am trying to tell him something, to make any sound, but all that I can get out is shaky sob. I need to be strong, but I can't. There is no help for me, nothing.

"You know, she was supposed to be my ticket away from here, we were supposed to go to Europe together, but she was too scared to leave her home." He spat and his hand went over face on the picture.

I could feel my salty tears slowly undoing the duck tape, I kept brushing my leg on the rope trying to get more tears out. I need to scream. I need to save myself.

"It was thrilling watching her suffer the same way I did when my father beat me up-" He paused, and licked his bottom lip. "- Oh it is good feeling."

My legs betrayed me as I couldn't move them anymore; He stood up and brought the picture closer to my face.

"Oh she was magnificent girl, look in her eyes, those dark blue irises, just like the ones her older sister had. Anita and Hannah Rose..." He tapped his finger on his chin. "You know... I wonder what happened to Hannah, she never truly recovered after this, all I know is that she got married and got one kid.The kid must be lucky to have eyes like sisters had."

That was the adrenalin I needed, the anger rose in me, formed in my throat in powerful scream as I fought off the duck tape, screaming as air left my lungs.

It toom him three good steps backward to get in full control as I start breathing rapidly gathering strength for next scream.

I had so many words I wanted to tell him, so many curses, so many punches to throw at his body that I had to do it.

My legs start kicking off as I moved my arms up and down trying to release them.

The pain was just an additive to my rage as it boiled up and made me jump on my feet with the chair tied on my back. I hit him in stomach with my head.

I could feel his breath ging away as we both fell. I kept kicking,knowing I am hurting him.

My pain didn't matter, the picture of Anita was in front of my eyes, she reminded me so much of him. The same dark blue eyes, dark hair, and pretty face.

This man scarred us both and he deserved to be scarred by, at least, one of us.

" Get off of me!" H snarled, pushing me up

Being stubborn, I kicked him off and fell on my back, hearing something crack. It was the chair, I realized.

"You monster!" I screamed, getting up and releasing my legs.

" Sofa.." There is faint voice in my head as I get on top of Reagan, punching his face.

He starts screaming and sobbing as my cries of rage grow louder and I start scratching him.

" Sofa..."

It is louder now.

"Sofa, you are not like him."

I stopped.

Looking down, I realized how much my hands hurt and how bloody they are from punching his face.

Fear rose in me as I stood up, backing away.

"No.. I.. I didn't.." I

am watching Aston's body bloody on the ground as he doesn't breathe.

"No.. I.." Lisa's body is next to his."I never wanted this." My parents are sprawled beside them as well.

"Sofa!"

Opening my eyes, I jump off my bed and my chest is rising awfully fast as I try to stabilaze my breathing.

Nightmares will always be there, some times every night, and sometimes once in a year, but they will be there. The best way of dealing with them is to be with someone.

I rest my forehead on his neck, bot of our bodies hot and sweaty, covered in scars.

We are two broken and scarred pieces, but together we are more beautiful than anything, because our scars are proof of our fights and most importantly, our victories.

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I have decided there is no deadline!!!! I have truly enjoyed reading this one. Any more guys?

~Katlyn :)