???? P.O.V
I didn't want to have the life I did. I didn't have the perfect or nearly perfect lives of everyone else. I wasn't beautiful. If it weren't for the scars I would be....barely pretty. I had really short black hair, green eyes, pale scarred skin, I'm 19 and a Senior in high school (Well, I pretend to be), and I'm 5'7". My scars cover everywhere; my back, legs, arms, hands, feet, stomach, chest, and the right eye on my face. I seem weak and fragile. But in reality I'm not the normal type of girl; I have razor sharp teeth, my senses are enhanced, I am faster than Flash, I am stronger than a normal human, and if I touch you I can sense if you have a disease or if you have any fatal internal injuries. Some people pity me because they think my scars are from abuse. I have a question for those who pity me.
If I have these many scars, what did I do to survive what created them?
I am Ace of Spades. Will you be able to survive me?
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Sorry it's so short. I wrote something super awesome but Wattpad erased it before I could publish it.
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