Scars 소설 & 이야기

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."

But it’s enough. I reach out to grab a spool of black thread, my eyes falling on the exposed skin beneath the tape. My hand stops dead in mid-air. It’s a scar. But it isn't an injury from the pool, and it isn't a surgical mark. It is a brand. The scarred, raised flesh is shaped into a perfectly distinct, moon shaped crestent with three jagged, interlocking peaks that look like a mountain range, surrounded by a thick, circular border. It looks like it was burned into her skin with hot iron.

They left too many scars on me. Scars that cannot be healed.

She slowly and gently removes the bandages. Sadness makes its way to me when I see my legs. There are ugly and scary scars covering my legs. I shouldn’t have broken the mirror. I regret doing something so ridiculous. Now these scars will be with me forever. “Don’t be sad. They will fade in one or a half week if you apply this cream on them.” Bianca says noticing my sadness and giving me the ointment. I give her a smile. “Now lay down and raise your shirt up.” She speaks. I hesitantly start pulling the shirt up because Luciano is sitting beside me.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

How can this happen? * It was Dr. Hussain’s class in my first year in the med school. I still remembered what he said. If the skin becomes injured, it will form a protein known as collagen to repair the wound. This healing process occurs anytime the skin is cut, burned, or damaged from a disease or condition, such as acne or chickenpox. While the skin does an efficient job of healing and closing its wounds, the new collagen and repaired skin are often noticeable in the form of a scar. Scars are one of the most difficult cosmetic skin issues to treat. While it is possible to reduce some new scars, older ones are particularly hard

I SURVIVED Don't ever be ashamed of the scars life has left you with. A scars mean a hurt is over and the wound is close. It means you conquered the pain , learned a lesson, grew stronger and move forward. A scar is a tattoo of triumph to be proud of . Don't allow your scars to hold you hostage. Don't allow them to make you live your life in fear. You can't make scars in your life disappear , but you can change the way you see them. You can start seeing your scars as a. Sign of strength and not of pain. ---

But if felt powerful whatever it was. As I walked out of Josie’s room, I saw Adam carrying Jenna from Sarah’s room. Concerned I moved forward, “What happened?” I asked looking at Jenna sleeping in Adam’s arms. He mind-links me on our private channel, “Jenna started healing Sarah,” he replies. “She can do that?” I ask knowing Sarah was full of scarring and open wounds. Healing scars would be a deal changer. Scarring tends to be painful not only to heal but long term. The scars pull the skin and are a constant reminder of whatever caused the scar. In Sarah’s situation, it would be a constant reminder of the torture that had

His blood boiled and his wolf seeked exit. "I believe that there are some creams used for fading scars" Chris said. He wasn't used to treat beings who were not of his kind and werewolves had the ability to heal quickly so there was no need to have any creams like that in his possession. "But it'll take awhile" Chris added, earning a growl of disapproval from Zephyr. He hated to see those scars on her skin and he wanted them gone immediately. "Ah, I know..." Chris started excitedly but paused midway as though he said something he wasn't supposed to say.

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.