Note: Just to let you guys know the whole idea with the scars I had gotten from the movie the Dark Night (Which kicked ass!) I do not own that, the whole idea with the scars and the story how my character got them, was all from the Movie 'Dark Knight'. I DO NOT OWN THAT-THAT DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! NOTHING BELONGS TO ME! Now pleas read and REVIEW!
Scars
That's all people saw and though when they looked at me. Wondering how he got that way. Did he self mutilate, was it accident? No it was neither. It was from my father, he wanted to put a smile on my face.
I was a tall seventeen year old boy, about 6'2, very pale skin almost sickly, lanky, my hair was thick and unruly I could never tame it. My eyes were bright sapphire and my teeth perfectly straight and white. The only two things on my appearance that I liked about myself.
I would have been a very handsome boy, if it wasn't for the scars on my face. No. it was not small scar that you could look at for a second and just brush it off. On the each side of my mouth were big long deep scars. Those made me look like I was always smiling. That's all people saw when they looked at me.
Scars
See my father Michael; he doesn't even deserve that name. Gave me these scars when I was around eight, then he was set to jail. I don't like thinking of the whole event and my past, I try to forget it but I can't when I look at the mirror in the morning.
All I could see were the scars.
That whole night I remember crystal clear, you see my father was a drinker and a fiend, and one night he goes off crazier then usually. My mother 'Evelyn' grabs the kitchen knife to defend herself. Michael did not like that so he kicked her hard, so hard that she flew her head into the kitchen table. Little did I or Michael know that it killed her.
I thought she just passed out.
Michael looks down at my mother-now thinking she was still alive and he say 'Why so Serious'! He kicks her hard then comes toward me with the blade in his hand, he grabs the back of my head and brings my face close to his and he says-' Why so serious' he spat at me. He stuck the blade in my mouth takes his hand under my chin to keep my mouth closed; he tiled his head up to the side and says-
'Let's put a smile on that face!'
Those words will always be engraved into my mind; there was not one day that I thought about what happened to me all those years ago. I was forever scared physically and mentally. Even though he is locked in prison, he still tortures me day to day; like he did all those years ago-I will never forgot what he had done to me.
Now after the 'Scar thing' that's what I liked to call it, I was sent to live with my mothers mom; my grandmother Nellie. It was not so good growing up with her, know I'm not saying she was a bad guardian; she was anything but the sort. My grandmother had Cancer she was always sick lying in bed; and I had to take care of her. But towards into my teens it started to get worse, so bad that she couldn't go to work anymore; and we had to go on welfare.
Right when I turned seventeen she passed away, and I was left alone. I thought maybe I had to live on the street, I mean I had nowhere to go; I was alone. But little did I know my Grandmother had a adopted son named 'Charlie Swan'. Child services had told me that Nellie had decide when I came into her care, that if anything were to ever happen to her; I would live with Charlie. I wasn't very keen on the idea I mean I didn't even know the man, but child services told me it was either him or foster care.
I choose Charlie
So now this is were I reside in a little town called Forks Washington, it rained there more than any other place in the country. And I loved it- I always loved the rain, I know it's strange but I am a strange guy. There was only one thing I hated about this place; the town was so fuckin small I hated it. There wasn't even a starbucks there, I had to go to Fuckin Seattle if I wanted some good coffee.
Now Charlie was a cool guy a little quiet but he was a decent man, he was a single guy never married and he was the police chief of Forks; I guess I couldn't get away with any shit. He didn't hover over me like my grandmother, he let me do my own thing; I wasn't a baby I new how to handle myself.
I moved in towards the middle of the summer, I didn't have to worry about starting school right away; I don't think I was ready for that. I had to adjust to my new home I had to get the feel of the place, and the people.
People here where not really welcoming of me they always steer clear of me; I always got stares and whispers. Mothers would steer there children away from me, its not like I was a serial killer; I just had scars. But hey I was used to it I have been living with it for ten years, I brushed it off. There was nothing I could do to change there minds about me, I will always have them; I could never rid them off of my face.
All they will see is the scars.