SCAR: a monster's love

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't just around m

like jagged glass. I'm trapped in that room, that goddamned room, with the smell of

less. I know I can't overpower him. I never could. But

me, hoarse and helpless. My voice crack

e hot and red, like they've been crying for

th

aw

'm no

and wrong. I reach, blindly, instinctively, for the blade hidden under my mattress. Cold steel. Col

e thi

t off and leave this

to di

s a twisted sense of relief-an illusion of control in a life where I have none. I don't stop. Not u

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eping. Dista

ity

me, his expression twisted in something between heartbreak and fury. His jaw

id

t look on

ent. Hot. Ashamed. But the wounds on my body are nothing-noth

y voice is broken, like I'

s, barely audible. "

stion sh

carry. But hurting him? T

t worry. But the words are stuck, strangled i

closer. His gaze searches mine, seeing more than

Always feels what

useless. The dam breaks. My cheeks are s

r laughter. The pain. I felt it all again.

elter from a storm that never ends. His arms wrap around me,

his voice the only steady thing in my world. But I

did

h

ai

el a

that keeps

self

ave no more left. My body sags

ough it all. As

er into his chest, t

," he r

how, tha

I cou

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hurti

en version of someon

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