The usual morning, chaotic, trying to get ready for Work, she was patting her hair dry. That's when she caught her reflection in the mirror. The scars. All over her body. Transfixed she glided her fingers over them, each one had a different angst. Her pupils dilated, & in a flash, she could see that fence, that house in the wilderness. It all came back, she couldn't breathe. She saw herself in the mirror & all she could see was that poor girl abused.. ~Bluebellvine Act-II~ ~Part-III~ #freshthoughts #yqbaba #yqstory #shortstory #yqtales #stories #newwritersclub #followme
