Alex's P.O.V
"So what's this all about?" I demanded when Jennifer closed the door. Jennifer sighed. "Take a look."
I gasped when she rolled up her shirt sleeves. Long scars ran down both of her arms. "Omigosh," I exclaimed. "What the hell happened?!" "My dad's what happened."
Jennifer sighed and closed her eyes as if she was remembering something awful. "It started when I went to a party and someone accidentally gave me some alcohol. My dad was so mad. He threw his whiskey glass at me. That's how I got this." Jennifer pointed to a long scar down the side of her arm. "Jennifer," Taylor asked. "Why didn't you tell us?" "I was really scared," Jennifer admitted.
"Well you're safe now," I told her. "We're your friends no matter what." "Thanks," I replied.
Jennifer's P.O.V
I cried myself to sleep that night. Why couldn't the scars go away? Why did they mock me, tell me I was to weak to save myself from my dad.
Alex must've heard me because she came in with her iPod. "Here," she handed me the earbuds. "Listen to this song."
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Scars
Short StoryWhile most girls have bracelets or tattoos decorating their arms, Jennifer has scars. Jennifer's story of how she deals with the scars on her arms, and the scars on her heart.
