shi jiu ; scars

Golden locks of hair covered it. An ugly purplish thing, the one thing Shannen had to hide from other people's nosy eyes. They would always make a secretive attempt to find it, even though she wore long sleeves everyday. It tormented her, it was her weakness. Her greatest folly was what her parents called "the epitome of uniqueness". Students decided to pick on her for it and Shannen lived a life of insecurity because of it.

It was located on the inside of her forearm and she got it from an elevator. One day in Europe, her parents had decided to go to a fancy hotel to spend the night and Shannen was dragged witht he rest of the family. Once she had gotten there though, the baggage check was a bit later than usual and she had to scramble to catch up with her family. Halfway to the elevator, the doors started to close and she stuck out an arm hoping there was a motion detector. There wasn't. So her poor forearm got crushed in the door until someone bothered to spam the button to open the door. By then it had made a severe wound, one worthy of an emergency room. Spendy half of their European cruise time in an emergency room wasn't quite great, especially when the nurses blabbered in fluent French and only spoke English with a thick soupy accent. It made her head hurt and her limbs wobbly from waiting when a doctor who, thankfully, spoke English came to grab her. After that, he told her that her wound wouldn't ever fully heal and she remembered the hot tears stinging her cheeks before blacking out again. 

Now, sitting on the bench near the sakura blossom trees, she lifted her sleeve. Shannen took a deep breath and admired her scar, trying to delve what ugly beauty was in it. It was a deep violet mixed with tinges of blue from time to time. If someone just took the color, they'd be satisfied. The shape, however, was twisted and evil. Often, church-goers have called her an advocate of evil and comdemned her for wearing the "badge of Hell". It was a diamond shape, with an elongated triangle in the middle. It seeped blood at times, which made teachers think she was emo and cut herself. Shannen wouldn't blame them, the bullying almost made her drag a blade against that very skin that made her self-conscious. 

A soft breeze blew a petal onto her cheek and she felt the soft click of a camera lens. Whipping her head around, Shannen scanned the area for prospective stalkers and only found a brown-haired blue-eyed boy peek at her from above his camera lens. He offered her a quirky smile as he rushed to her side to explain himself. Shannen's head whirled, wondering if her scar was going on the yearbook or worse, the newspaper. She could already imagine the headlines now, "TEENAGE GIRL BULLIED FOR ABERRATIONAL SCAR." Shannen heaved an emollient sigh, waiting for the boy's reply patiently.

When the boy spoke, however, all the teenage female could focus on was his lips. They weren't full, but they weren't thin either. They matched hers, a thought provoked. Shannen waved it away in her mind and focused hard on his words. "...I was taking pictures for my art project and I noticed that you looked beautiful with that petal on your cheek," He finished impishly, scratching his nape for added cuteness. 

Shannen was shocked. No boy had ever come up to her before, and for an actual conversation at that. Plus, he called her beautiful! What is this sorcery, she thought, her mind spinning at lightning speed. "Ah. I. Um, that's fine, I mean, I didn't think I was the target of your photography. Eh. Shannen here," She said gingerly, sputtering over her words like a child. 

The boy chuckled, clearly amused by her nervousness. "Hey it's cool. Brandon's the name, I haven't seen you in school for a while. Are you new?" He asked, obviously not meaning any harm from his words, but Shannen knew. She was invisible to him.

As the boy leaned over to shake her hand, he noticed her scar. Shannen grimaced, knowing what was coming up next. "What's this?" Brandon asked, his curiosity piqued. 

"It's a scar," She answered hurriedly, knowing he'd be disgusted and would want to leave her side soon. 

"It's.." He said, struggling for a word to describe it."

"Ugly? Horrendous? Disgusting?" Shannen offered, shifting her gaze to the ground.

"Beautiful," Brandon said resolutely, looking up at her eyes with interest. "Why do you think it's ugly?" 

"Because everyone hates it and it's ugly," She said, her eyes moistening with tears as she recounted her memories with the scar. 

"I think it's beautiful, and you are too," Brandon mumbled shyly, running his hand along the scar softly. Shannen blinked, feeling her ears turning red. No one had ever dared to call her aberration of a scar beautiful, and to call both it and her beautiful together? Impossible.

Tilting his mass of brown curls towards her, Brandon stared into Shannen's eyes, trying to convey his feeling of curiosity, interest.. and something else more nebulous. Shannen couldn't pick it out until -- oh. 

He suddenly leaned closer, pressing his perfect lips against hers. Just as she had predicted, they fit together like it was destined to be and Shannen melted away into the kiss. Letting out a mental sigh, Shannen let herself and her new found love be carried away by the breeze along with the rosy petals of the sakura blossom tree.

// so hi there. : ) sorry for the late update. i stole this name from my friend shhh. ;) her secret romance. aha

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