Jun 7, 2018
Silence. She sits by herself in one of those... little parks. Not many people out besides those walking their dogs or just out for a stroll. Her eyes fixed on the word ‘worthless’ branded into her arm, brows furrowing as she brushes her fingers against the word in a slow manner. She thought the scar would at least be less visable now, it had been a while since the attack, yet there it was. Still as visible as ever.
It’s like everything else became void, she heard no one, saw nothing else but that word. It made her stomach twist, she felt sick. She wasn’t worthless...at least...she didn’t think she was. Was she?
