Bronzeshipping time! ~
I smile at my friends, attempting to look as insane as possible.
As far as they knew, I was the insane one, not him.
I sneak a glance at him and he nods his approval.
I keep up the insane act so that nobody will suspect him.
If they do, I would get punished more.
I flinch inwardly as I remember the scar on my chest.
I had his name carved into it when I stayed out past curfew one night a few months back.
Every time I see the name and the surrounding bruises that grow in number each day I break a little more inside.
Who knew that five little letters could effect me so much?
I looked at my reflection with disgust, reading the name out loud.
"Marik.