Beautiful Imperfections
She traced the scars up her hands and down her back. Those scars, that covered every inch of her body were a constant reminder of the tragedy from her childhood. She still remembered that day, crystal clear. That was the day she lost everything she had. She remembered the screams. The screams that haunted her at night. She could hear them echoing off the walls of her room on most nights. She remembered those few days in the hospital. The doctors and the kind nurses. Telling her that she was so lucky to have survived. Looking away from her when she asked about her parents. She remembered hands reaching for her, patting her, trying to comfort her. But nothing could comfort her. Her parents were dead and there was no bringing them back. She remembered the day in the court room. She dimly remembered voices arguing. Some said the men should be hanged, others disagreed. And in the end, they weren’t hanged. She remembered sitting wide eyed as they pronounced the verdict. How could t...