In the Summer of Senior year, she wore long sleeves to cover the scars. The memories of the past lingered in her mind, and the physical reminders of the pain she had endured were etched into her skin. She had been through so much in her life, and she had never been able to escape the darkness that seemed to follow her.
She had been abused since she was a little girl, and no matter how hard she tried, she could never get away from the constant fear and hurt. The Summer of first grade had been the worst, and it had left her with permanent scars that she would never be able to forget.
No matter how hard she tried to move on, she was haunted by her past. Every time she looked in the mirror, all she could see were the bruises and scars that she had been unable to escape. She was constantly reminded of the pain and suffering she had endured, and it weighed heavily on her soul.
She wanted to move on with her life and leave her past behind, but it seemed like an impossible task. She kept her head down and tried to stay positive, but the darkness seemed to creep in and consume her. She was determined to make something of her life, but the pain of her past always seemed to linger.
