The Truth Behind These Bruises

by almost.writer

I tugged gently at the sleeve that covered the secrets that colored my arms underneath. Ever since my mother had passed, my father never stopped drinking. He focused all his anger on me leaving discolored spots to decorate my arms. The scab-like strokes around my wrist were my own doing. Somehow, hurting myself just helps me learn my lesson. Whatever I'm supposed to be learning.

9. Chapter 9

A/N: PLEASE READ:

So I have two parts to this story. I'm going to post the first and say that it's 'Part 1' and then post the other and call it 'Part 2'. Also, once I'm done with this book, I'm thinking I could write a sequel but instead have it be based around Natsu's story and further addition onto what happens after this book. If you guys would like that, you can just leave a review/comment or message me through private messaging.

Thank you for reading this and enjoy the rest of this book!

-B