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It's hot today. I always get hot in the shirts that I wear. I feel that is the only way to hide the marks on me. I tell them it's from training my arms are mutilated in every way possible. Bruises make their way up my legs, over my hips and blood vessels are broken under my skin. They are placed in the most unusual places, one on the inside of my thigh, and more trailing their way up to the juncture at the bottom of my earlobe. Scratches adorn my face, neck and the rest of my body.
It wasn't so bad this morning. Most of the cuts went away, but the ones he gave me last month will scar forever. I cannot expect that he will ever be nice to me. He has it out for me.
He forbids me to talk to anyone about my condition, and he always has his 'people' looking out for me. Did I say 'look out for me'? It's more like 'watching me'.
You must be wondering, how I came to have to endure all of this pain? I guess it's because I thought I loved him once. But, it all changed when He threatened me.
(Flashback)
I walked into the small circle that had formed outside of school. On the ground a boy was clutching his arm and crying. I looked to see who the one that was standing. It was Gaara. I had been in love with him ever since he protected me. But…now who was he protecting.
"You do not talk that way about him. Do you wish to die?" Gaara had the sand encircle the boy's body. The boy was on the ground, begging for his life. I saw that Gaara had no intention on stopping so I intervened.
"GAARA! Stop this!" I jumped onto him and clamped my arms around him waist. He dragged me to a warehouse after school.
/blah blah blah he rips off my clothes. Blahh blah blah…he fucks me senseless..I think you get it/
sheteria- review plz