Heeey! Sorry it's been so damn long! I've been crazy busy, working 6+ days a week, and writing a small story I published on Amazon/Kindle. First time ever trying to show of my original work... Scary... Terrifying actually...

He sat on his bed, nothing but his boxer briefs on. It was a long time since he had managed to do something like this, even by himself… To sit with a minimum of fabric on, and feel okay with it… With the lights on…

He didn't really care about his scars any more. Something had changed there…

Someone had changed him…

Sara…

LOTLOTLOT

He traced the surgical scar right below his ribs. The one from when one of dad's beatings went too far, and his liver had decided to burst open. It had been critical, now it was just a long faded line. Mapping another one of his incidents.

The tissue felt weird under his thumb, it was smooth and hollow. A rather nice looking scar compared to what was the story behind it. He had worse scars from less…

He lowered his gaze to his left thigh, random wobbles and stretched scar tissue. The old burn had healed almost a decade ago… Be aware of where you spill lighter fluid, especially if you're close to a bonfire. It will burn. His lips curved, as far as he could remember it was the only time Mick had freaked out when something (someone) was burning.

He moved his eyes and stared at his other leg. The abnormally pink tissue where the bullet had entered was still fading. So was the scars crisscrossing his knee. They had gone from wounds, to angry red scars and now to pink-ish lines and dots. He was healing.

LOTLOTLOT

For once he felt at ease with his scars. All of them…

And he thanked Sara for healing him.

Finally, he's healing. In every way.

In case you wonder, or in case you want to know... The name I'm writing original stuff under is Mary T Volt. Use the information as you'd like...