Fire's Angel

Beautiful Scars

Beautiful Scars

Sit here with me

And tell me your story

Even if it breaks my heart

Let me see your scars.

Shame will whisper

Oh but we can't listen

'Cause these are the stories

That make us who we are

And I love who you are

And your beautiful scars,

Your beautiful scars

Reminders of the wounded love

That has carried us this far.

Beautiful scars

Turning the marks of our pain

Into beautiful scars...

"Beautiful Scars" -Steven Curtis Chapman

A few minutes later, we arrived at what I assumed was our destination. Alice climbed out of the car as I sat staring out the window at our surroundings. We were on a cliff that appeared to drop straight down to the ocean. My door suddenly opened and I was drawn out of my observing by Alice holding her hand out to me. After unbuckling myself, I took her hand and mumbled a quick thank you before letting her pull me out of the car. She's much stronger than I would have expected, I could tell that much. I barely had to do anything to get out.

I couldn't help my next question. "Where are we?" I hadn't been paying attention to where Alice was driving, so I was utterly clueless as to where we were. I again took in my surroundings trying to figure out where we might be that was close to the small town of Forks.

"We're actually a quite a ways outside of Forks. I like to come here to think. The sound of the waves is relaxing to me. I hope you don't mind that I brought you this far out..." She trailed off as if I would be upset that she brought me here. She seemed nervous, which was odd to me because I was the one about to tell her my story.

"No, it's alright. I just wasn't expecting to come to a place like this, is all. I like it. Thanks for bringing me out here." I smiled at her, hoping to calm her nerves. It seemed to work because she grinned at me before taking a seat right on the edge of the cliff. It was indeed a beautiful sight to see her relaxed on the edge right in front of me; the waves crashing hundreds of feet bellow her and storm clouds dancing above in the sky. I didn't want to disturb the scene, so I began to take a seat a few feet behind her. And the fact that I was terrified of falling off the edge might have had something to do with my reluctance to join her as well.

"It's alright, Bella. You can join me over here if you'd like. It's completely safe." Hearing that, I rose from my near-sitting position and slowly walked toward her. She glanced back at me over her shoulder and smiled reassuringly at me. "If you're uncomfortable, then we can move back a bit. I just like the feeling of my feet hanging over the edge like this," she said as she swung her feet out into the air. I noticed once again how small she was and couldn't help but think that she could probably sit in a grandfather chair and swing her legs just the same.

"No, it's fine. I'm just a klutz, as you probably saw this morning, and it wouldn't surprise me at all if I fell off of this thing." My tone was joking, but I was being completely serious at the same time.

She smiled at me before speaking. "It's alright, Bella. I'll keep you grounded. Promise." I couldn't help but believe her, and went over slowly to take a seat next to her. She inched a little bit closer and leaned back on her hands. We sat like that for a few moments, just taking in the calm breeze and the sound of water smacking against the rocks bellow us. But all good things must come to an end at some point. "Not that I don't find this incredibly relaxing, but we did skip school and come out here for a reason." She looked at me as if she wanted to say more, but didn't know if she should. I sighed knowing that I could just not tell her if I didn't want to, and that she would be perfectly fine with that. But I also felt like she should know for some odd reason.