Ginny Burn Scars Novels & Stories

"I may be mistaken. Only criminals bear such scars. How could it be on the lady? I clenched my fists. But if this were a dream, then why did it feel so real? If I had died, then why was I here, reliving my past? "Perhaps an allergic reaction from falling into the rose bush?" Evelyn contributed weakly. I met her gaze. "Can injuries from silver poisoning heal completely?" The room was silent. Dr. Evelyn hesitated before shaking her head. "No. Such injuries last a lifetime. There’s even an old saying." "What are you saying?" I pressed. Her expression tensed. "They say that these scars can be reborn into people." A cold thrill ran down my veins. Doctor Evelyn gave a nervous titter. "But that's j

"That's what he was hiding before." "Huh?" Sienna asked. "I think Adrian gave him those burns," Scarlett said, frowning. "But why would he come back here after that?" Sienna, too worn out to think straight, just nodded with an open mouth. It didn't surprise her much. Adrian liked to hurt people. "It makes no sense," Scarlett said, shaking her head. She stood when Scarlett paced the room, seeing little white spots behind her eyelids for just a second. Stumbling over to the mirror, she took in the mess she'd become.

If I was hurt, not only Freya and I would have felt it, but so would Ricky and Black. My skin, if it had been burnt slightly, was now healed anyway. It was just a thin tint of red, disappearing quickly. The only thing left behind was the burnt marks on my pants. Ricky stood by me as the girl pressed a thin layer of ointment with his hands crossed over his chest.

" The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines. I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed. He stood up slowly, quietly. "Remember to put ointment on your knee when you get home. It's scraped." The door closed softly behind him. I thought I heard a muffled sob. However, maybe it was just my imagination. Back home, my daughter gently put ointment on my knee. I patted her head, turned on the computer, and started writing a new post. Title: [About Camila and the Road I Took.] She should have known I would not let it go if she exposed me.

**** Maya brought her injured and dressed palm up close her face to know how much damage had happened to her. There was an unsettling look on the rest of them faces, fortunately for Kelvin, he wasn’t present. He stepped out a while ago to answer a phone call. “How long before this scar fades off?” She muttered through clenched teeth. “Uhm, some scars are permanent but skin differs right?” Sammy chuckled nervously. Maya knew what he meant. This scars might never fade off. “My beautiful skin! Get me a mirror.” Cynthia met Sammy gaze only for the latter to shrug impatiently.

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

Leon was standing still but his eyes are sharp and active, ready to shoot anything that moves. Agnes didn't dare. She didn't move and stood still while her pale face was illuminated by the moon's mocking light. She was disheveled, far from the gracious and precious image that she carried for almost 19 years. Her red hair was like a bird's nest with blades of green grasses and dirt on top of it. She has a small wound on her pale cheeks, corner of her right eye, and lips and they were bleeding. The red blood slid down slowly on her face, painting it red.

My skin, luminous and as pale as the moon. His fingers skim my collarbone, leaving a flutter of sparks as he moves my hair to hang down my back. I see it. two black puncture scars with beautiful and intricate black vines, with flowers and what looks like ivy leaves. It trails from the punctures down my side and over my new and improved curves. It weaves around my leg like a snake and stops on my foot.

We seem to be in the burnt-out shell of a house; someone has lit a small campfire, and I can smell what I think might be old tins of beans cooking slowly. “What happened?” I ask Gideon softly as I reach under the t-shirts to grab his hand with mine; as I do, I feel something lumpy and thick against my skin. I slowly lift the shirt to see Gideon is half-covering a long scar right above my pubic bone; it's raised, bright pink and quiet, possibly the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.

Dallas growled. I look at him. Thankfully the scar is no longer there. He was stupid when he was in high school. He attended the same school as Tianya and Kylynn. He made the mistake of running his mouth one night as well as trying to take advantage of Jenna. He had drugged her drink and was caught. They beat him very severely, and like all the others they beat up, they basically branded him. The only reason that the scar is no longer there is that he was in a car accident with a couple of friends and had a rather bad wound on his neck. The brand was basically removed when they surgically fixed the wound.