Scars.

I walk over to the broken mirror that hangs in my room, and I stare at myself. Looking closely I see the dark circles that have formed under my eyes. I can still feel the scars that have found there place on my pale wrists. Somehow through everything I always seem to bounce back off of things, and take them lightly. I am just seventeen, right? Or it's because I have Jade my best friend by my side, or maybe it's because of the drugs. Often I find myself wondering what I would do if it all came crumbling down. My name is Baye Ward, and this is the story of my scars.