Scars

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
this is a ya sort of story.... hope you like it!

Submitted: November 07, 2018

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We were just two friends hanging out in the back of his pick-up truck. I am not going to lie either, it felt kind of nice to have him right beside me, the way we usd to be, before he became a back-stabbing cheater. 

"I want to make it up to you, come by my place tonight."

"Sure, whatever you say."

I get there. Pretty soon we are laughing and playing around like we always used to do. We tell each other funny stories, we hug each other, and somewhere along the line, we get into an argument about why you don`t want me drinking.

"You were the one who wanted me here."

"You`re only 18."

"So are you."

In the next two hours, we have drank Rum, Wine, and Soda until we have vomitted uncontrollably, and then we jumped into the back of your truck, and looked up at the stars.

"I`m sorry."

"Sure you are."

Yet I still let you hold me.

A sudden impulse, like a rock hit me in the face. I sit up, and start crying. 

"Are you going to throw up again?"

"No, its worse than that."

I show you my drawings on my arm, pink, bleeding, deep.

You pull up your sleeve, and pretend to look at the stars.

I hold your hand, and avoid our matching scars.


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