Under Those Sleeves(On Hold For..reasons)

This story takes place at a cafe. We have our girl-the typically attractive city girl. Thin, scrawny, medium to long hair, natural curves, sitting uncomfortably at the edge of her chair at an otherwise empty table. We have our male protagonist - tall, long faced, unkempt shining black hair, weary wrist bands followed by long fingers moving to a rhythm as he moves down the aisle towards.....her.
NO!
This is not a cute tale of eyeing young idiots, or of supernatural beings gasping under evil breaths.
This is truly a talk over the table. A talk about those burning scars under her sleeves. A tale of those fingers that trembled awfully. Those bodies that they have to live in. The lives they must see differently through the same eyes. The memories they must embrace because running away is not an escape that they could take.
*This story contains themes of sexual abuse, pornography, children abuse, self-harm. Read at your own risk. The characters are dark and have twisted childhood tales*