Samantha
I am forever stuck with 2 round scars, marking the entry and exit ways of the arrow. Not even my fast healing could help them for staying on my skin, but I intend to wear them proudly. And it's not like I walk around with only a bra on, so for the most part, my new scars are hidden. I completely refuse to allow the mental scars from forming in the depths of my mind, though. I really don't need more s**t to push me in the cold and deathly arms of lady depression. I took a very important decision that day, as I was thinking that surely I'm about to die. For a good minute there, I kind of thought I kicked the bucket, if I'm being honest.
All that blood loss made me lose consciousness in the end, and my body was too tired to allow me to wake up too soon. I was asleep, or more like
