روايات وقصص ضمن You Drew Stars On My Scars

A triumphant smile curled on my lips the moment the last word left my throat, and I felt something seal on my skin. “Show me,” Blade said after I removed my fingers from both our skins. He cupped the other side of my neck, and I titled my head, showing him what I did to his mark. Blade’s mark on me was a crescent moon, but I added three small stars around it. Whilst I had marked him with three stars, similar to what I have. “Beautiful…” He said, his eyes softening as his thumb brushed over my marked skin. “And what did you do with mine?”

“Look at it Drew! Anyone can see my scars, they’re too exposed. I look ugly.” He looks at me, “Your scars-” he says slowly like it just dawned on him. “That’s what you’re worried about.” “You don’t understand-” He bends down and kisses the scar on my neck which cuts off my speech. “What are you doing?” I ask when he kisses the one on my collar bone. He smiles against my skin. “I’m going to make you fall in love with all your scars, just like I fell in love with the imperfect you.”

The cuts were superficial. “She can’t hurt me.” While saying it, Gabriel knew he was lying. Calleigh had cut him to the bone long ago. But, his lust for her cut far deeper than any blade. Gabriel watched her across the room, dancing with her eyes closed, her arms swaying over her head. Like every other man in the room, he wanted her so badly that every nerve in his body vibrated with her music.

"I wanted to have parents just like other children my age. I craved for their attention, their affection but I never got it. They were barely around- always busy with one meeting or work trip or something work related. Kids in school would talk about their parents and cool things they did with their parents and I'll just be lost in my imaginations. Imagining what it would be like to have parents who cared." "I used to be so scared at night. I'd have scary nightmares that a monster would take me away. Whenever I woke up from such nightmares, I'd cry and wish I had someone around me. I became too scared to even sleep. I tried to tell my mum, but instead she gave me a giant teddy bear to hold o

The scar. “Look,” I pointed to the place with a long mark on it. There was no need to see it to confirm it. I could feel its embedment into my pale skin. It was imprinted into my skin like a tattoo. “What is that?” Hannah gasped, running her hands silently over my scar. “My dad used a cane on me and struck my back so hard. It was painful.” “It looks very painful Stella," Hannah agreed sympathetically. And then she was angry.. “Why did he do this to you?”

I stuttered, my voice faltering. "Do you know how I got this scar?" he interrupted, raising a hand to point at his face. I tore my gaze away from his exposed chest and met his eyes. They appeared vacant, but his lips had tightened into a stern line. Most of the time, I never really noticed the scar on his face. Perhaps it was because I always averted my gaze from his cold, angry expression. However, when he suddenly drew attention to his scar by pointing at it, my eyes were fixed upon it. The scar stretched from his right eyebrow down to his chin, a deep, puckered slash.

I held her by the throat tighter as I remembered how I spent over five days in the infirmary because of her and her childish jealousy. "So... Sorry." She managed to say but I brought out my makeshift knife and I tore her with it in the stomach. "Ahhhhhh." She screamed but I carried her towel that was drap over her shoulder and I shoved it in her mouth to muffle her screams. I tore her again on both of her laps. The cuts I gave her are not deep enough to make her bleed to death but the are certainly deep enough to give her an everlasting scar... Whenever she sees the scars on her stomach and thighs, it's will be a reminder of her stupidity.

Kissing his forehead she said ' I once read a poem by an author it's called Kiss the Stars, Kiss my Scars. 'Acha so how was it?' 'It was good, but today you the poem has a beautiful meaning.' She pause and looked at his face, 'He meant by that poem is the idea of finding beauty, hope, or light in the midst of pain or difficult experiences. It means that someone has brought positivity, comfort, or healing to another person who has gone through struggles or emotional wounds. Stars are often associated with light, guidance, and hope, kissing stars and kissing scars means the person has loved the other person beyond the scars on her body and mind turning her pain into her strength.' She said loo

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

Though I couldn't reach my former level, I had recovered about 80% of it. Using the honors and certificates I had earned before, I found work as a piano teacher. After leaving Ryan, life seemed to improve, little by little. But sometimes, in the dead of night, I'd wake up from nightmares. In these dreams, Ryan stood coldly, holding a chair, advancing toward me step by step. No matter how much I pleaded, he didn't stop. And then he raised the chair, smashing it down onto my hands. The scene shifted, and in my screams, I could vaguely make out Miranda's triumphant smile.