Hidden Scars Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter 2 “Thank you” he said lifting her hands to brush his lips in an airy kiss, whilst studying her face. She had amazing hazel green eyes, he imagined drowning in them but as he looked deeply into them, he saw something sad lurking behind them, she seemed to have hidden them quite well and Richard had a sinking feeling that she hide it even from herself, someone had hurt her badly and she pretended to not feel the pain, Richard felt his hands fist up and realized that he actually wanted to strangle that person and hurt him even worse than the way he had hurt this woman.

They were left far enough behind to be nothing more than an unpleasant memory. Still, Emily stared through the window at the darkness in silence, afraid to believe it was actually over. "I'm William," the dark-haired man said, breaking into her musing and reminding her she hadn't escaped all the monsters yet. She turned toward him slowly, and noticed his arm that was nearest to her had scars that ran from his wrist all the way up his arm until they disappeared under his sleeve. They were too numerous to count and created a strange criss-cross pattern across the muscles and skin.

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

Designed to show everything and hide nothing. They forced me to put it on. My hands trembled as I dressed in that thing. The transparent bra straps barely covered the essentials. The underwear was a mockery. And when I stood exposed under the fading daylight, all my scars were revealed like a map of horrors. The one on my face. The ones on my abdomen. The fresh silver burns on my wrists and ankle. The bruises from the forest that still hadn’t healed. The men looked at me with disgust. One turned away. The other laughed.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

" 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.

I whisper The words break out of me before I can stop them Kael turns to me His expression changes Something sharper More protective But there is nothing he can do here Nothing either of us can do Because this already happened The flames rise higher around us The heat intensifies The moment closes in And I feel it again That same helplessness That same crushing weight “You carry this every day,” Kael says His voice is quieter now Not shocked Not distant Understanding “I buried it,” I answer “But it’s still here,” he replies The truth hits harder because now he can feel it too Every part of it Every scar I tried to hide The memory shifts again Faster now More unstable Like something is pushin

Clara There is a certain fear that comes with having your heart broken. The fear of loving again. I've already talked about scars , but the invisible wound that takes the longest time to heal is that of a blue and black heart that is torn apart . You don't pay attention to the wound instead you pretend your bruised but not broken. You treat the symptom and not the cause, and when you finally treat the cause you find out you've caused more damage by not dealing with the cut or wound sooner.

There was a scar on the inside of her thighs, all the way from her knee to her inner thigh, how could he not notice it the other night? Well, how could he? He was taken, too lost by her body, he was in a hurry to taint her so that he might have overlooked it, unknowingly, his fingers moved to her scar on their own. It looked deep and hurting, and he traced it, “please don’t,” she was ashamed of it, she felt terrible that he was seeing her scars.