Scars By I Am They Mga Nobela at Kwento

a student said it loud enough for her to hear and there was laughter everywhere. “Why would she even come back here?”A girl whispered, loud enough for people to hear. “Even the ugliest thing in the world is more presentable than her.” There was laughter, they weren't so loud to the hearing of the teachers and principal, but their piercing eyes said everything. “She thinks using the scarf to cover her scars will help anything, maybe she should have been burnt in the fire,” a student mocked. “I heard she screamed for hours during the fire and half her hair is gone”, another student echoed

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

His lips were warm against her skin, not sexual but sacred, like he was blessing each wound, each piece of evidence that she'd endured the impossible. "This one," he touched the scar along her collarbone, "is from protecting others. From standing in battle when you could have run. That's heroism written in your skin." Amelia felt tears sliding down her face but didn't try to stop them. This was what she'd needed without knowing how to ask. Someone to see her damage and call it beautiful. Someone to acknowledge that scars were just proof of surviving, not proof of being irreparably broken. Carlos moved to the invisible mark on her chest, the one the Moon had carved into her soul. His hand pre

Rose Sighing, I take a look at my back through the mirror before slowly taking off the large cotton pad—realising that the scar won't fade. As I take a closer look, I somehow start to see myself as a warrior. For once in my life, I don't end up hating on scars that appear on my body. ''You're going to stay there for a long time,'' I mutter under my breath, throwing the cotton pad in the dustbin and fixing my messy dirty blonde hair; wanting to make them look like they're well taken care of.

I hurriedly went to him and asked "Doctor h-how is she?" My voice cracked "She is completely fine. She hit her head with something which caused her to faint and open up the old scar that was on her head. Which caused the bleeding" The doctor said "Old scar?" I asked confused "Yes, the area where she got hit was already cut before. But yes her foot is injured and she will have difficulty walking for a month or two. Rather than that she is fine. She has not woke up yet and it will take her time"

She remembered being told that it wasn’t her fault. She remembered seeing a tall guy standing beside Jace’s grave, his back towards her. He was probably his younger brother whom she never had a chance to meet. She remembered everything. She looked down at the scar on her forearm, there were a few scars on her body that left marks. They reminded her of that horrible night. The one on her forehead was nearly invisible now, but the rest were the same. They didn’t hurt but the memories did, the nightmares did. Her older sister had been her support in all of this, her sister, her parents, Faith, and all her friends.

Those scars to your beautiful Note: It is not by force, you can listen to your own playlist or read the book anyhow it suits you✨

“The color suits you Maddie, it looks gorgeous on you.” The color did flatter her, but I had to fight back a gulp because the short length of the shorts exposed the scars from her previous years of abuse. “My scars show. That’s why I usually wear things that cover them. People look at me as if I have a disease.” I crossed the room to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. “That life is over. Your scars are going to be your reminder that you are so much stronger than you think. One day you will wear these scars proudly, knowing that they are simply battle wounds from a war that you won.”

I matured too early because the damage was too heavy. I have scars decorated all over my body, perhaps I should get more tattoos to cover my scars, but can I show my vulnerability in other to cover it?, Can I open my scars in order to close it?. Even if I get tattoos, the scars run deep, deeper than even I can think. It is sad, the way I'm broken, how damaged I am. My filth disgusts me, my scent irritates me, my ways annoy me, my image is a shame, my hatred for myself grows deeper day by day. Despite knowing the things I do, the wrong things I do, I can't stop, I'm addicted to evil, to bad, to darkness.