Do You Wanna Know How I Got These Scars Novels & Stories

" No you didn't have this many scars, let's start there what happened after you left me?" © #KCMmuoe

It's clear that it was made by something sharp, something that dug deep into her skin, scraping against her bone. The scar is raised, twisted, and gnarled, a testament to the pain and suffering she must have endured. I can see the faint outline of four claw marks, each one distinct, each one telling a story of violence and trauma. My eyes are fixed on the scar, my mind reeling with questions. So I ask. “What the hell is that?” I ask. “What I got for risking my life to save you!” She echoes. I shake my head. “That’s not possible”

She points to her face. “How I got this scar.”

I lean forward, as much as I can without touching him and close my eyes while I answer. I might as well be honest with him, I don’t want to jeopardize this opportunity. “Every time I sleep I dream about the night that man attacked me, I see his glowing red eyes and I swear I can feel it all over again. It’s so.. real.” When I open my eyes again I see he’s taken a step back and his eyes are squinted, as if he’s thinking it over. Then he’s back to looking at all my scars. He reaches forward his thumb is tracing over the claw marks on my shoulder but not in an intimate way, more out of curiosity, “These?” He asks. “Well it’s pretty obvious isn’t it?” I answer a little too honestly. I want to sh

"Is your husband pressuring you to get rid of it? After all, Mr. Riego is known for his pick interest and strict type for coming from an affluent society." I shake my head at him, his reaction is just the same as mine when I first saw this scar. "No.." I gulped while feeling nervous. "Actually, I only had these scar's just recently, but as you know now, it looks old and I don't know how that happened." "What are you saying?" I took a deep breath before answering him, "A monster looking animal attacked me just days ago and now the scar that was left had been hurting since then. It feels like burning me inside and although it's tolerable, it has been uncomfortable for me."

It was a luxury I had never been afforded up until this moment. From my vantage point, the scar on his face was very close and I couldn’t help but reach out my hand to run down his scar. He tensed when my hands got close but he didn’t stop me and I couldn’t help but trace the raised skin. It was rough to touch and I couldn’t help but wonder how he got it and what had happened. I traced the entire length but he never made a move to stop me.

The only part of my body they had to worry about was my face. Reluctantly, I looked down at my hands. There was a very ugly scar I got from the day my stepmother had launched a very hot metal spoon at me —that should be enough to convince Sara that my scars could not fade. "Huh?" I let out a gasp as my eyes landed on the spot and I could barely make out the once-ugly lines that sat there. I flipped my hand over and checked the other hand, maybe I checked the wrong hand in the first place —but to my surprise, it was the same.

" Nothing. I got them as soon as I was old enough to do so. I thought they would look cool on my body. " I laughed at his answer to prepare myself to ask a more sensitive question. " Whatever you want to ask, you can ask, " he said like he could read my mind. " What about your scars? " " What about them? " " How did you get them? " " I was a little boy chasing big dreams and the world is not gentle to those who have nothing. I suffered and shed tears to get where I am today. I'll tell you the full story someday. "

I exchanged and it agreed. I looked at closely pointing every part I could recognize on Bianca's body. She was a flawless person extremely proud but her skin was something I couldn't easily forget. She had a huge scar on her laps. And those scars were caused by the fall she had when she was in high school. She had annoyed a girl and got pushed off the stairs as a form of revenge by the girl. "If I may ask do you mind if I come close to you?", I asked and It looked at me with doubt in it's eyes.

"Let's get out of here. It'll be me, you and Vicky. Together forever. I won't let anything happen to either of you." It's either she's forgotten Vicky or she's too depressed to care, but there's no reaction. I rid my mother of her stained clothes and find more scars. The most prominent one along her thigh. I take my hand to it and rub it gently. "We're twinning now." I have a scar that ugly along my flank. My father gave me that scar, even though I spent hours trying to convince Angie that I scraped myself in the pool. She was still worried because my shirt was soaking up so much blood.