it never ends.

I heard gasp next to me. When I looked up, I saw her eyes meeting the gaze of my arm.

“Those are permanent?!”
“uh…yeah. They’re scars.” I kind of laughed. People’s reactions are always humorous to me.
“I had a friend that did that once. I confronted her about it.”
I nodded in indifference. For some reason, girls seem to think that I want to have this in common with them. They think it’s exciting that they can share the emotion of this experience in my life.
She looked at me, eyes wide. “I think it’s demonic.”
I wanted to say, careful there babycakes. Don’t be calling me demonic. I went through it, you didn’t.

“I’ll tell you my story sometime.”