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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Emotional pain now leaves physical scars, what is your story.

Submitted: February 12, 2019

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Tate lifted the turtleneck sweater over his head and made sure it fit his body thankfully the sweater did fit, but he was surprised at how the sweater fit his body with the amount of weight that he lost over the past few weeks. Now that Tate thought about why was he even wearing a sweater in the first place, of course, it was winter but almost everyone on Earth carried their scars. Tate shouldn't be ashamed of his scars his mother had taught him that, even when she herself was holding a bloodied towel over her chest and telling him that "Emotions are what make us human". At the time Tate was just five years old and didn't understand what was going on with mom or why dad was constantly leaving the house when it seemed like mom was going to relapse again. 

But over time Tate came to understand that certain emotional pains shouldn't be talked about, which in itself is hypocritical because of how the United States is more open on the subject then say South Korea and Tate can't even imagine what the scars on people must be like over there. Tate understood both his mom and dad's position, but like mom said: "Emotions are what make us human". So why couldn't dad understand that about depression, why couldn't anyone understand that it's part of being human, and there shouldn't be any stigma towards people because of it. Ever since it was discovered twenty-five years ago that any type of emotional pain can cause scars, there have been efforts to hid depression because of how much damage it can cause, but how can you hide something like that?

Ove these past several years there have been reports of people "faking" their depression to get off on the pain from their bodies. I don't understand how can you fake something that makes you feel like you don't want to wake up the next morning and it's a constant struggle without judgment being thrown at you. Tate starts to think about it about the dark places, he understands why mom never wants to go back it's frightening not being able to find your way back. Tate's now sure what his body is doing right now, but he's certain that he was in his bedroom looking in the mirror so why does he feel cold. Tate finally comes back and as he looks around he does notice that he is in his room, but the reason for being cold isn't because of the weather. 

Catching his reflection Tate sees a blood stain on his sweater coming from his chest "It reopened again". 



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