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Our Scars Written
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  • WpHistory
    Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Jan 27, 2022
Mature
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Charlotte was a young girl who have wasted her teen enjoyableness age to become a doctor. After few years working hard, she is now a surgeon. 

After years being an amnesia patient, she then give up and stopped trying hard to remember things. What she remembers is only she wasn't alone in that car crash accident. There was one man with her. 

Charlotte give up trying to find out who the man was. She decided to think that 'he' was dead. 

The big scar she received from that accident are hidden well by her thick hair in the back. 

" If you opened your eyes, will you stay with me, once again, my love ? " 

A words she has been hearing since the day she opened her eyes from the car crash accident. Who is he? 

Until one day...

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Striking Lies

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It was a rush of hatred mixed with sarcasm that killed her. One bullet to her chest and then another and another, until she slouched her way down to the floor, covering the white walkways with red. Her now leaving me in a cold trance at the tiny framed friend of mine on the floor, well that is until I looked up to the barrel of the gun pointing at me now. My heart clenching together underneath my skin, pulse raising as I attempt to make sense out of all this, and the brief illusion of a shadow on the wall behind her, all tease me when I’m trying to think if this is all true. That’s when it happens; his dark hair flowing in his eyes from his lack of going to the hair cutter and his violet eyes deepening the stare between the two of us. Don’t shoot! I’ll do anything! Just don’t kill him. My thoughts scream at me, making my line of concentration grow slimmer with each word. Tears begun to fill the bottom of my eyes, my throat closing to the full extent, my ever so calm hands were trembling at my hips and the requirement of breath vanish from my lungs. His hands run out to calm this girl, speaking softly and letting her know that it will be alright if she simply lets us go. And just as she starts to give in to his pervasive act, the fire alarm sets off, sending her in a protective fury of gunshots. Hitting him dead on. Felt like a bullet to my heart.