Beneath The Scars

C O P Y R I G H T©2020 Irene EssahAll Rights Reserved. This book is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced in whole or in part, stored in any retrieval system, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the author and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law. Strict actions will be taken.D I S C L A I M E RThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The quotes written in each chapter belong solely to the author. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.D E D I C A T I O NThis book is dedicated to my lovely family and all mental health patient out there in the world .N O T EA scar is the mark of a story that, on the surface, is pr

Riley is my name . Dark skinned , long crinkly black hair , pink lips , hazel orbs and medium height . My best friend is Johan Mills, I have a brother and I'm in high school , senior year . My parents always consider me a disappointment and the black sheep so I moved to a boarding school to avoid them. I met Johan three days after arriving in high school and trust me he is the best. We've been through so much and he even knows me better than my brother . My parents have always been a pain in the neck so don't blame me ever for any thing I do when I'm with them . It was a very dark night , I remember . I walked into my dorm room after my phone call with my dad telling me how poor my grades are and how much of a disappointment I am . I threw my bag across the room as I jumped on my bed to hide my tears of shame . Everything around me was blurred due to the newly formed tears in my eyes . A knock on my door drove me to quickly wipe my tears and put on the smile I fake each time. I walk

I fell asleep and woke up later on in the evening . I walked out of my room and went straight to the place I was about to jump from a week ago only this time with a different mission . "Hey!" Oh hey Josy . "What are you doing here "?she questioned .I'm here for fresh air ."I've learnt two new songs on my guitar do you want to listen to them ?" Sure ,Josy. "Wait here for me I'll be back." She said . I waited there for five minutes before I saw her running with her wooden guitar. "Ok here we go"she said . "This song was written by Hope Ahlers but it's dedicated to you by me ."Dear baby birdDear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky ChorusYou can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrowDon't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrowJust hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a soundY

I was being discharged today, which is great news since I've been waiting to continue the story of my life with Josy . I would have loved to be fourteen again if it meant to be with Johan again . I wish I could freeze the time I was fourteen . The time I had a friend and a brother. Since I lost Johan I lost my home , my friend, my brother and my only family . Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago.Thinking of this I did not realize the droplet of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, My pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever f

I knocked on Josy's door as I thought of what to say .I heard a faint come in and I walked into her room . Josy I'm done with what you asked for ." Yay!! Riley , have a seat you are one step away from achieving your goal . Can I have a look at what you wrote?" Yeah ,sure . I gave the book to Josy only to see her with an undescribable expression after reading it . Is it good or bad ? I questioned. "It's better than I imagined . You are not actually mentally unstable , you are just scared and turn to have illusions of the people who caused you harm . This is termed as post traumatic stress disorder. It is a disorder that may occur to people who have witnessed or experienced a traumatic event .'' So what are we going to do . '' That would be a tale for another day.Right now i only have one question that is , what did you like doing before all this happened ?'' I loved to read. I remember reading Nancy Drew's stories and they were simply amazing. '' Really i love reading too . Why not give