The Scarred Ones

“Love makes us strong.” 

I thought I was doing better, but I’m not. Faced with the problems of Damian’s nephew, who’s living with us, all my burdens and failures comes back to haunt me tenfold.

I knew what he struggled with after all, and I never told anyone. But I never imagined it was as bad as it was either. I never imagined Matt was more alike me than anyone realised. Guilt and shame overtake my emotionally unstable mind, and once again I resort to old means to try and dull the pain. This time it has disastrous consequences.

But I’m is strong. Or so they tell me. I’ve survived everything thrown my way so far. Surely I’ll survive my self-destructive tendencies this time too?

March 10, 2017


43 pages

low heat


Get to the hospital.

That was all Damian had written in his text. He’d never sent one like it before, so I knew something was wrong. If something was wrong with Damian—no! I couldn’t think like that. Damian was fine, he always was, he was my rock.

But that didn’t mean I felt calm. I rushed to the hospital in record-time.

Damian was waiting outside for me, which made me feel relieved—because if he was up and about he must be fine—but it also made me wonder what was the real reason he’d wanted me there.

“What’s wrong?” I’d rushed so much I was out of breath when I reached him.
“It’s Matt.” He lifted his head. His face was stony, but his eyes seemed to burn with something I couldn’t decipher. “Come on.”

I twisted my hands together. “Is Matt here?” What else could it be?

Damian only nodded as he briskly led me upstairs and through hospital corridors. When he finally stopped in front of a door, he tapped his hand against it so the door, which hadn’t been closed completely, opened.

I peeked in and saw Matt lying motionless on a trolley. Something twisted inside me. Like a knife to the gut. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I had to sedate him.”

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Book 2


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