Naked Scars part 1

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Naked scars part 1
She removes her clothes one after the other and stands in front of the mirror. She carefully looks at the scars on her body and remembers all the comment she heard at school. As she removes the last piece of clothing, she screams and cries! She wants someone to tell her she is beautiful! She wants to know how it feels to hear compliments. She shatters her mirror and with the blood on her hands, wipes it all over her wall. She feels so ugly and wants to make everything around her feel ugly. She carries the pieces of the mirror and begins to cut her skin. “Why not add
some more scars on my skins since there are already a lot”? She thinks. As she finally dries her tears, she sleeps off with the dread of how the next day was going to be. She enjoys a few hours of sleep but reality hits her as soon as she wakes up. It was going be the same sad day; the way other days have been. Her mum kisses her good bye but it means nothing to her anymore because she longs to feel accepted by people other than family. As she enters the school bus, it begins!
Continues tomorrow! Thanks for reading .

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  1. Anonymous18 January 2014 at 13:31

    Intense but short!!lol I'm literally anticipating the next piece

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