*Some of you might find the events described in the subsequent paragraph a bit disturbing, proceed with caution. You can skip the part and continue reading after --- these lines*
The scar.
The scar above her left knee.
The one she had forgotten about.
But not now, as everything came rushing back.
Arya swallowed hard, trying to fight off the memory of that awful night, how Nate had inflicted pain while he was trying to kiss her. A slight whimper escaped her lips, her mind reliving the nightmare all over again. She forgot that she was with Derek, in his house... instead she found herself helpless, laying on the floor with blood stains on her prom dress, a bit dizzy from losing blood. All she could see was Nate trying to carve something on her flesh with a kitchen knife, as he muttered
