A life among scars

There she was with her hood covering her weary eyes and her clothing the color of the thing we consider to be a broken soul she holds her pencil with the slightest of tilt but her hands glides free as she's fills the page with curves and lines and shadows darker than most would like to know. I'm standing behind her lost in thought about what she feels or if she feels at all.I want to ask her but I know she has a fear of speaking in or out of place I forgot to mention her hood hides more than thoses forsaken eyes. I saw her sleeve pull up once as it got caught on the doorframe I saw what you did to yourself and I pretended not to see cause I was scared you'd induce more self harm with a razor blade in a empty bathroom stall. A few weeks later I saw you alone at a table reading like you always do I sat down and carefully picked a phrase it came out as questionable in my case but it read like this "Tell me your tale so you don't have to hold your scars " She looked at me in utter shock and said "why do you care? The last boy who cared hurt me and left me broken and constantly distressed" I looked down my hands trembled nervously She sighed and said "Very well it's nice someone wants to try to care" she rolled up her sleeves and dropped her hood . That itself left a image of pure depression on my mind . Her cheeks turned to rosy red as she began to tell her tale. She said she grew up in a broken home before being taken away to a place with strange people an stranger surrounding. She talked of a father who was never home and a mother with transient heart and a violent side that only her daughter ever felt. Then one day she wanted to make it end she ran to the closest city bridge and and walked on the edge of her life till the police came and lured her down seeing the bruises and scars and the starting collection of cuts implanted up and down her arms the police saw her home unfit for her broken soul and sent her away to home that was supposedly safe but the house was of holy Belief and they has a strong disdain towards her abhorrent lack of faith so they sent her to school for girls who lack that required Christian faith so she ran away from the place when she could and meet a boy who showed her something she never felt before,love, She tossed her razors and for the first time she wore a smile that could light up the dark comer of any room.But one day his true colors showed and he tore more then her smile apart so there she sat with tears rolling down her eyes minutes before forced to deal With things she never wanted. So she went from home to home place to place adding scars and marks and now this work of miserable art sat there In front of me and she rolled her sleeves back down and donned her hood and said "Now leave I've lost all trust in myself and others"

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[slightly terrified]

I really like this. I like your choice of words, it all flows nicely. You don't need to doubt yourself, thinking your'e not good at writing. You have a lot of talent! Keep it up dude, can't wait to read more from you!