Broken Until Him

Chapter 21 ~ Scars

This is the song that Jade will be playing in this chapter.

'Everybody has scars, and some of us are affected deeply by them.

For me, each scar is different, some are physical while others are written in our heart and can only be seen by ourselves. But I think that physical scars are a reminder of those that are hidden inside.

I believe it never heals completely, because nothing will ever be the same now that there is this mark that will remain forever.

Of course, we can try to hide them, with a long sleeve shirt for the scar on the wrist, or a cheerful attitude for the one in the heart. But it's temporary, it's just a band-aid that helps us cover the ache.

And it will only last if we don't meet the person who will pull the band-aid off and either help us survive without it, or make the scar bleed again.

We hand each person we met a scalpel, giving them the power to hurt us : will they press it against our skin, or will they throw it away ?'

A week had passed since Hannah's accident and my life almost went back to how it was before it.

My parents are gone on some business trip again that takes away the little of family life we have. But I won't complain, I know that if they were spending more time with me, the only thing they would see when looking at me would be my sister. Even when I look at myself in a mirror, I see Hashley.

Hannah woke up two days ago. She still has a lot of concussions and she looks really tired but her sense of humor remains intact. The doctors said she still has to stay two weeks in this tiny hospital room until she can catch a flight back to Florida with her mother.

Hannah gave me the "I told you so" speech when I told her about Nathan and I, and she almost went back to a coma when I mentioned the kiss.

My world has been turned upside down the moment his lips pressed against mine for the first time.

I'm falling, each day I fall even more in love with him. I didn't even know a human being could feel those kinds of emotions, I didn't know love could be this strong and passionate feeling.

It scares me because he's holding a really sharp scalpel, only one pressure on my skin and he'll create one of the deepest wound I ever had. I'm scared of the power I let him have over me, it has been only a week since we're together.

But I guess the feelings were here before our first kiss, I know that I loved him before he took that step and sealed our lips together. It was just something I couldn't admit to myself.

I walk faster as the cold wind of January blows my hair away, tangling my curls. I start regretting turning down Nathan's offer to pick me up.

He asked me to meet him at the park. I could hear his excitement and apprehension over the phone, and when I asked him why, he just ignored my question and told me he would see me there.

Now I was the one battling with my excitement and apprehension. I turn on the street facing the park and I immediately notice him, leaning on his car with his hands in his pocket.

As I'm about to cross the road that is separating us, Nathan takes a step aside and I see a girl in front of him. I stop on the other side of the street when the girl glances at me over Nathan's shoulder and smirks. Slowly and seductively, she puts her hand on Nathan's arm and laughs, showing her large cleavage to my boyfriend.