Cry's P.O.V
I frowned at my image in the mirror. My oak hair disheveled, blueish green eyes dull, and my skin... so pale...
I was used living with my white poker faced mask on, living without attention. So whenever I removed my mask my stomach lurches, and my head has an instant recoil.
I instinctively held my wrist, softly running my thumb across the veins. Instead of the smooth skin that most would feel, all I felt was scars. Old fainted scars.
Another frown made its way to my lips.
"Never again..." I whisper "never again..."