He stared at my scar. I could feel his eyes on my arm as sweat trickled down my face. He would not look away. My cheeks burned with anger as memories threatened to escape the hole I had buried them in. I did not wish to remember the horror of that day.
"Please sit down."-Kat "I can't I need to be some where."-A boy "I know she did this to you. Now SIT DOWN!"-Kat He sat down and she wiped his back clean and disinfected the open wounds from that girl's claw marks. He winched only when she applied the alcohol then applied the soothing cream to his back.