Note: Hi, soooooo, I'm writing my first multichaptered fanfic! Now, I am balancing art, amvs, marching band (with a trip to texas for a week so i may write there but there won't be many updates XD) as well as y'know, all honors classes in school XD. So, point is, don't expect fast updates... eheh...

Anyway, this is a story based on a dream I had after watching an episode of Criminal Minds, my most favorite show ever~ (besides my anime, eheh) and somehow Kid made his way into main character of my dream XD

There are some OCs, but they were necessary, but after some thought I am not adding my persona so there will be no KidxOC, which is good, yes? Also there really aren't any pairings at all, except I'm a KidxSoul fan so there might be some of that, but only hinted so not too bad.

Anyway, Enjoy a prologue!

Scars.

The word has many definitions. None of them make this word one would want to hear.

1. a mark left by a healed wound, sore, or burn.

I've never been burned before, I don't really cook yet so I'm not near fire often. I don't like cuts though. They hurt. And they leave scars. Asymmetrical ones. And they hurt more if they were made on purpose. Every time you look at them, even if the pain from the wound is gone, you hurt thinking about how you trusted the person who gave it to you. How you never thought they would hurt you. And it hurts to realize how you were wrong. Scars don't heal.

They don't.

2. any blemish remaining as a trace of or resulting from injury or use.

Blemish. That works. For most. Just something subtracting from the overall beauty of your person. I can agree, unless you have a matching scar on both sides. Then you'd be symmetrical. For some reason, I still don't think that's okay. Because scars make you imperfect.

I'm imperfect.

3. a lasting aftereffect of trouble, esp. a lasting psychological injury resulting from suffering or trauma.

Do these scars make you imperfect? Do they make you flawed? Can you ever live a normal life after receiving one? Will it last forever? Will I always be haunted, all day, all night, everywhere… will I always be followed by this apparition in the form of many, many, small, thin, painful marks that force me to recall the trauma that is now a part of me?

Will I always be flawed… because of the people I thought I could look up to?