Ginny Burn Scars Novels & Stories

he half smiled and left the bathroom. Ugh, what is wrong with me! Asking him to join me in the shower, could I be any more slutty. It’s like all logic and morals are out the door when he is around. He just drives me so damn crazy. I got out of the shower, dried myself off, and wrapped the towel around me. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eye was basically back to the right colour, with just a small dark pink patch remaining on my eyelid. The burns on my neck were nearly gone. There were still some patches of discolouration and some spots that looked like small round scars, but the skin itself was healed. I turned slightly to look at the slashes on my back, they were all gone too, not eve

BRIDGET The pair of blue eyes staring back at me from the mirror was glassy with shock and grief. Tears slid down my cheeks, tracing the long scar that ran from beneath my right eye to the edge of my jaw. I didn’t bother to wipe them away anymore. My trembling hand brushed against the matching wound along my back. Stitched, yes, but the doctor’s work couldn’t erase the evidence. What Gabe had done to me would never fade. The marks of his fury were carved into my skin, branded into me, etched there for eternity by the man I loved.

"It's scary, right?" These were the burn marks five years ago. The scar on her forehead had slowly faded away, but the burn area on the back was too large. It was not easy to remove the scars entirely. The scars were on her back, so it did not matter whether they were removed or not. No one could see them after she wore clothes. She had always shown her forehead scar in public, but no one knew about the scars on her back. 'I reckon Gilbert didn't realize the burns on my back when he forced me down,' Kisa thought.

Gunner chuckled. Holy shit, this is a lot to take in. I lifted my hospital gown and looked down at my stomach. A small faint scar was sitting just below my ribcage. I gently traced my finger over the pale pink mark, it was completely healed. But why did it scar, all my old scars disappeared. Why hasn’t this one? Gunner grabbed the hem of my gown and gently pulled it back down. I eyed him curiously and he smiled softly at me. “We’ll let you two chat” Roe’s voice startled me. I looked over at her. I had completely forgot that she and Lupus were here too.

Flora was contemplating. She was aware that if she let the guide help her apply the sunscreen lotions on her back, he would see the ugly scar she had from a flat iron Lambert had once pressed on her. It had been years, but the scar it left would still be visible. It hurt like hell during those times as she had no one to help her. She couldn't reach the spot with her hands to apply meds on it, so the scar it left was quite noticeable with the shape of a flat iron that the edges of the scar now have fibrous connective tissues. With the healthy pink skin tone that Flora has, the scar was visible and easy to identify what caused the burn.

Larry then presented Ginny's medical report. It clearly documented the bruises covering her body, with new wounds layered over old ones. It was horrifying to look at. The report stated plainly that many of the injuries were the result of long-term, repeated trauma, not something that happened overnight. My heart twisted. Because of my job, I could only see Ginny once a month. Every time I saw her, she looked thinner and smaller, and it broke my heart. I never imagined that the little angel I adored was enduring such pain all along.

I chastise, unsure how long he would be willing to have them prod him. "If he attacks us, that's it" the man spits "Oh shut up" Ginny cleans the deep wound with more whiskey and I feel Grayson tense within my arms, struggling with his emotions to not attempt to kill them or get them away from himself. She then slices another side of aloe, using the slimmy section to drain into the wound and using the remaining sections around the edges. I watch barely keeping my heart from pounding, stroking my stomach and Grayson's fur, both actions to remind both myself and him that I was still there. I needed something to ground me before I fell into despair. When Ginny finally broke the thread of her sut

What happened to her? She laughed again, “Unfortunately for me, I wasn't given that luxury.” Then she finally raised her head up and I could see the bruising under her eyes. The slightly purple blotch on the side of her neck, half-covered by her scarf. The weariness that clung to her like second skin. I gasped again, holding my chest. She got beaten up?! Why?! How?! “Ginny.” She said quietly, “Was never the child you all think she was. She has mental issues. When she was thirteen years old, Ginny killed a dog by hanging it on a tree. She smiled as she watched the dog suffocate to death.”

These scars had been with her for so long that she'd literally forgotten about their existence or cared about their existence, as if they were already part of her skin. Scars caused by cigarette butts and other hot burning metals. It hadn't occurred to her that Enzo would never see these scars and think she was born with them or something. Fuck, the scars didn't even come to mind. "I'm asking you something, Gypsy!" By now Enzo was breathing hard, his jaw ticking furiously. He shifted her breasts around to see more scars and shot to his feet, glaring down at her. "Who the fuck did these things to you, Gypsy? And don't fucking tell me that it's no one. Because unless you have some kind of self

It was a unique mixture, but I love it. Gabriel’s scent is a mixture of forest rain and wood. Strong but calming. Luna Hailley removed the sports bra to put ointment on the burns. That was already ruined. So, I didn’t wear it again. I sighed when I saw how bad those marks were on my chest, from my collarbones to deep down on my stomach. Most of them were healed, but the scar would take some time to go. I took out the ointment from my pocket and put it on the sink counter. Luna Hailley asked me to apply it again after taking a good shower.