iI was bored. This fic came out from it. Enjoy. Yes, it's supposed to be cryptic, and I'm not telling who's the guy. xp So there. Figure it out yourself. Written listening to Hamasaki Ayumi's "Scar"./i
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He had scars.
Scars on his arms, legs, chest...
Ugly, dead tissue marring his pale skin.
Yet he endured.
God, how he endured.
He just wanted to break down and cry, but he couldn't.
That's what made him mad and want to make the scars disappear.
But they wouldn't.
They never would.
They would forever be there as a constant, painful reminder of what he had to go through...
Some people thought scars were glamourous.
Glamourous because of the fact that they got scars because they were so strong.
Strong?
He wasn't strong.
Strong in the fact that he was trying to make it through, yes.
But he wasn't strong.
He was brittle, iweak/i.
Anymore pressure and he would crack.
He would just break in half and that would be the end.
He would lie and say that it didn't hurt.
But it did.
A burning, searing pain ripping through him.
Why, of all people, was he picked?
Because of his fragile beauty?
Bullshit. He wasn't the only 'fragile beauty' in the world.
Because he could easily just snap?
Who's sick, perverse sense of humor think his going insane was amusing?
It wasn't, dammit.
He had scars.
And he wasn't proud.
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He had scars.
Scars on his arms, legs, chest...
Ugly, dead tissue marring his pale skin.
Yet he endured.
God, how he endured.
He just wanted to break down and cry, but he couldn't.
That's what made him mad and want to make the scars disappear.
But they wouldn't.
They never would.
They would forever be there as a constant, painful reminder of what he had to go through...
Some people thought scars were glamourous.
Glamourous because of the fact that they got scars because they were so strong.
Strong?
He wasn't strong.
Strong in the fact that he was trying to make it through, yes.
But he wasn't strong.
He was brittle, iweak/i.
Anymore pressure and he would crack.
He would just break in half and that would be the end.
He would lie and say that it didn't hurt.
But it did.
A burning, searing pain ripping through him.
Why, of all people, was he picked?
Because of his fragile beauty?
Bullshit. He wasn't the only 'fragile beauty' in the world.
Because he could easily just snap?
Who's sick, perverse sense of humor think his going insane was amusing?
It wasn't, dammit.
He had scars.
And he wasn't proud.