It is the invisible scars that will break me. Underneath my armor, underneath the smile I paint on. The wounds buried deep under layers of telling myself that I was fine. If I could forget the pain, I could forgive. If I could understand, I could move on. The cuts run deeper than any fragment of feeling I may have left. I'm left to bleed and you are not around to watch me flounder. You are not here to watch me struggle. to see my suffer. Your life has ended but so did mine.
So it is the invisible scars that will break me. The wounds no one can see. The wounds I do not let anyone see. How you broke me with your words and your rage and your fear. I am broken and bruised and damaged.
About the Creator
jess ☕ C.
I'm a writer/teacher/actor/coffee drinker who lives in the US. In New York City, I've trained at HB Studio, The Actors Connection, and Stella Adler.
Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs8 days ago in Fiction
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