Sorry it’s so short. I'll post a longer one next time.
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As the warm water from the shower ran over Kyla’s scarred and scathed body, she wondered if this feeling would ever go away. She tried to fight it, the images that appeared in her mind when she closed her eyes, but she couldn’t really fight what she didn’t want to lose. Those memories were all of Nathaniel Blake she had left, and even if they cut her, she couldn’t bear the thought of letting them go.
Kyla wrapped a towel around herself when she stepped out of the shower. She tried not to let her eyes pass over her reflection, but they caught the edge of the mirror anyway and made her want to wretch. The water had washed away the makeup she’d been using to cover up her scars, and when it wasn’t in place she looked particularly atrocious. Putting it into perspective, Kyla knew she shouldn’t be worrying with anything so vain when the alternative would have meant her death, but she still found herself wondering if they would ever fully heal.
Glancing down both ends of the hallway when she peeked around the corner, she saw that the coast was clear and ran for her bedroom. Slipping inside and attempting to shut the door closed behind her, Kyla screamed and missed when she saw the boy standing over her desk.
Caden jerked his head up, his face flushing a guilty shade of red when she backed up self-consciously and held her towel securely in place.
“I’m sorry,” he rambled quickly. “I didn’t know where you were so I was just leaving you a…” He stopped mid-sentence when his eyes fell on her shoulders.
Kyla could feel his gaze as it burned into her skin, and when she realized what he could see, she felt her face go white.
“What are you doing here?” she snapped at him.
“I…” Caden tried to explain, but as he stared at the scars over her chest, he seemed to have lost the rest of his words.
“Get out!” Kyla demanded. She tried to cover herself up even though she knew the effort was wasted.
Caden didn’t argue. In fact, she’d never seen him so eager to get out of her room.
Sitting down at her desk shakily once he left, she rested her forehead in her hand, telling herself she could find a way to explain this to him. Then she thought of the night of the attack when he found her on the mountain, of how adamant he had been to find out the truth and how reluctantly he had agreed to let it go.
Looking down to see what Caden had left on her desk, Kyla found a note scribbled in his chicken scratch that read:
Just stopped by to see how you were. If you need me, you know where I am. -Cade
Kyla frowned and looked out the window, watching him leave quickly. She did not know how to make this okay.
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As the warm water from the shower ran over Kyla’s scarred and scathed body, she wondered if this feeling would ever go away. She tried to fight it, the images that appeared in her mind when she closed her eyes, but she couldn’t really fight what she didn’t want to lose. Those memories were all of Nathaniel Blake she had left, and even if they cut her, she couldn’t bear the thought of letting them go.
Kyla wrapped a towel around herself when she stepped out of the shower. She tried not to let her eyes pass over her reflection, but they caught the edge of the mirror anyway and made her want to wretch. The water had washed away the makeup she’d been using to cover up her scars, and when it wasn’t in place she looked particularly atrocious. Putting it into perspective, Kyla knew she shouldn’t be worrying with anything so vain when the alternative would have meant her death, but she still found herself wondering if they would ever fully heal.
Glancing down both ends of the hallway when she peeked around the corner, she saw that the coast was clear and ran for her bedroom. Slipping inside and attempting to shut the door closed behind her, Kyla screamed and missed when she saw the boy standing over her desk.
Caden jerked his head up, his face flushing a guilty shade of red when she backed up self-consciously and held her towel securely in place.
“I’m sorry,” he rambled quickly. “I didn’t know where you were so I was just leaving you a…” He stopped mid-sentence when his eyes fell on her shoulders.
Kyla could feel his gaze as it burned into her skin, and when she realized what he could see, she felt her face go white.
“What are you doing here?” she snapped at him.
“I…” Caden tried to explain, but as he stared at the scars over her chest, he seemed to have lost the rest of his words.
“Get out!” Kyla demanded. She tried to cover herself up even though she knew the effort was wasted.
Caden didn’t argue. In fact, she’d never seen him so eager to get out of her room.
Sitting down at her desk shakily once he left, she rested her forehead in her hand, telling herself she could find a way to explain this to him. Then she thought of the night of the attack when he found her on the mountain, of how adamant he had been to find out the truth and how reluctantly he had agreed to let it go.
Looking down to see what Caden had left on her desk, Kyla found a note scribbled in his chicken scratch that read:
Just stopped by to see how you were. If you need me, you know where I am. -Cade
Kyla frowned and looked out the window, watching him leave quickly. She did not know how to make this okay.
