The stories in my flesh (Sequel to scars)

I look around the circle it's my turn to talk, I look down at my lap. " I knew a girl who liked to draw. She drew pictures that nobody saw, she was more artistic during the night. In the cold shower out of any sights. She kept a secret no one knew, she didn't tell a soul her gallery grew. Her drawings were different, no paper no pens, but a bandage here and there."