Possible trigger warnings.
On the Isle, mirrors were rather small and always broken.
The first time Carlos saw a mirror in Auradon, he was surprised at how big it was. He had walked into the bathroom he and Jay shared, and there was his whole reflection, looking at him curiously.
What stood out to him was the long, deep scar protruding out of the neck of his shirt.
Mesmerized, he took off his shirt, uncovering thousands of scars littering his body.
Round burns, covering his arms. Proof of Cruella's tendency to put out a cigarette with anything.
And there were others. Linear ones. Some parallel and some crossing others. Most were self-inflicted. A few were not.
On his right arm, cut with a knife, was the word, worthless. Scrawled across his arm.
His torso was covered in scars.
Scars he didn't want to think about.
Scars that reminded him of some of his worst memories.
Scars lining his ribs, reminding him of the time when he had wanted a different type of pain.
The long, deep scar swept inward slightly, before disappearing under his shorts.
And soon he was standing completely naked in front of the mirror.
Scars completely uncovered.
There were the cuts he had made on his thighs, trying to escape the pain.
There were the parallel lines scarring his left hip, which his mother had decided to carve into him.
The long, deep scar swept down to the inside of his leg and ended mid-thigh.
Suddenly, it was too much for him. He turned away and, once again, covered his scars. He vowed to never reveal them to anyone.
They were his shame.
His mother's cruelty.
His weakness.
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-FlatFox