SCARS

My name is Kylie Lilica Collins, known as Lily to my friends, I was 17 when I met evil. Evil wasn't dark, or scary or horrifyingly ugly. Evil was beautiful and elegant and graceful and was everything I wanted. Then evil started to wound me. Physically, and Mentally.
Evil left deep, gushing wounds. Those wounds were eventually were eventually bandaged and healed by friends, family and meds, though, they did leave scars. No one could see past my scars. No one. This is not a story of love or passion or even how I find love.
This is the story of my scars.

Lily Collins has been scarred. These scars have not heal but have been bandaged and stitched up by those around her. Anti-depressants and other meds have helped. Then the person who scarred her has re-appeared and ripped off her bandages and tears her stitches.*

*-This is a story synopsis of a larger novel and will be posted on wattpad later hope you enjoy and.

P.s This is a 3 part trilogy. You will eventually know Lily' story. Good things come to those who wait.
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