Hudson
Oh. My. Fu.cking. God!
I can't breathe. I never imagined it would be this bad. There's a long, thin scar from Callie's left temple to her neck. There's a curved, thick scar from under her eye and over her cheekbone. A pinky silver scar along her hairline and an X-shaped scar smack in the middle of her cheek. They look like they've been operated on at some point. Or maybe they weren't. I can't really tell. But I imagine from the depth of them they must have been.
It also looks like not even plastic surgery could fix what's left behind. But then, how would I know? I'm not a plastic surgeon.
Jesus, fu.ck, she's lucky to still have her eye.
What has she been going through this past year? People staring, whispering behind her back. All of the pain and anguish she must have suffered.
