A SCAR

DEDICATION To every child who grew up in silence, to every voice that was never heard, and to every scar that tells a story of survival. CHAPTER 1 Hazel POV My life is messed up. I'm not the same happy girl.I can't live a normal life anymore. I'm always afraid, scared. I wish I could undo what has happened before I wish I could go back in time to erase my pasts. Every night I wake up from nightmares I no longer sleep at night. I have become a shadow to my own self. A walking corpse. When people saw me, they wished to be like me. They admired me, adored me or sometimes worshipped me. I laugh at silly jokes, and smile every time someone speaks to me. But no one knew what was hidden under those fake smiles, empty laughter. My nights became uneventful, sleep became unbearable and my dreams turned to battles. I would sit on my bed until dawn because I was afraid of sleeping or rather ‘ fighting’. Each passing day I found myself drowning and drowning into depression and fear. I was losing myself and it was dangerous. But I couldn't do anything about it. I was broken but the one who broke me was not a stranger. It was my blood.