12 Scars Novels & Stories

Tyler asked, worriedly looking towards the door of his room. "Almost four days. But it's okay now. Your wounds are healing beautifully. All of them. See for yourself if you'd like." Victoria lifted the sleeve of Tyler's shirt slightly and pointed at his abdomen, which had been scarred. There were two smaller scars, almost identical to the others that littered his body, that went down from his waist and disappeared underneath his clothes. Tyler turned to look at his torso. The scratches that surrounded the area didn't seem painful anymore. Everything seemed normal.

His t-shirt was torn, bruises and cuts all over his body. Tears carelessly rolled down Elena's cheeks as she look at Luke. She screamed and cried, Luke not responding. "You would not do anything, Conor!" the woman yelled, walking towards Conor. She looked at Elena and then shook her head. "Enough." "Oh, Rose," he smirked. "Don't get into this. Just stay out of it." Oh, she was Rose. Elena immediately felt the urge to hate her. "I will not!" She yelled. "Just stop it. It's been years, Conor."

Stace asked referring to the cut on my lips The answer to those questions bursted through the doors to the cafeteria and marched towards our table. It was Harry, his face was wrapped with bandages, so was his hands with a few bruises on his legs. Hmmm Jack did a great job reconstructing his face. "You" he yelled pointing at me attracting the attention of the other students in the cafeteria "You think you've won right? You think because this punk that follows you around beat me up that I'm gonna run scared huh? Here's a news flash for you I'm not yet done with you yet, I'm gonna make you regret what you did to me, you'll pay for ruining my face....

24 Clara Scars... The only marks visible or invisible that prove we are human. I call scars badges of honor. They are a good reminder that;you fought a battle , war , or got up after you've fallen down repeatedly. Whether you've won or lost it is mark of a true hero; cause you rose up to the challenge set before you and tried. It takes courage to try. There are two types of scars; the visible and invisible. One of the two can be dangerous. The visible scar is easily spotted and either fades over time or heals but leaves a mark.

He must be in worse shape than I thought. "How the fuck am I supposed to believe you after everything you’ve done?" My voice shakes. He flinches as if I just slapped him. Then he turns away. Both hands come up, his fingers raking through his damp hair, gripping it so hard I'm surprised strands don't tear out. I open my mouth to scream something else, but the words die in my throat. His back. The wide, muscled expanse of his back is covered in scars. Some are old. Others are thicker and angrier, like they never fully healed. And scattered among them are small round marks. Cigarette burns. Perfect little circles of ruined skin.

"Shouldn't you say something else?" "Should I?" He patted his hair as he looked at her with a tilted smile. "Take a bath and I'll help you with your injuries." She said. "Imogen would heal it overtime." He said. "But there'll be scars..you shouldn't leave scars all over your body." She shook her head. "Scars are a mark of victories." "Not today's scars." She moved closer to him, "These are marks of distraction." She whispered and raisedd her brows, her eyes brightening like the sun. Xandros's expression darkened as he stared at her.

She turned around and now lay with her back to me, trying to hug herself. Once again, I felt something shocking—something that truly made me lose my voice when I saw the scars on her back. Cassandra’s pale white skin made the scars stand out clearly. A long line ran from her shoulder to her waist, and I saw several other scars there that, unfortunately… were just like the ones I have on my own back. I got those scars years ago from a kidnapping I experienced when I was 14, and I still carry them to this day. How… how could Cassandra have the same scars?

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

After that rest, Diana fed me. She told me mate was still in the doctor's office so I thought the whip must have been really serious. I looked at my back a couple of times. 9 scars added. My back was filled with cuts and scars. Kyra didn't manage to heal them entirely, therefore having a scar. She had always blamed herself. But I didn't. I always thought myself as a hideous girl. Who has so many scars people can't even count. They're just cuts here cuts there, all over.

“He clawed me, opened me up like a deer and then left me to bleed out, on my bedroom floor.” As she says this she pulls away and turns around, lifting the base of my shirt up to her neck she reveals to me her scars. She has four deep lines that run from her right shoulder down to her left hip, at a diagonal, they still look as though they are healing in a way.