Chapter Fifteen

Fiona Point of View

A lot has changed in the past weeks, one is my obsession for makeup, my makeup kit is dusty and desperately crying for attention. I just don't want to use them again, I feel like it's part of Smallville that need to be forgotten, alongside other occurrences, but sadly some occurrence might be forgotten, but not really forgotten, because they live on through the scars that they left on me.

I stare at myself in my the mirror. Currently, I'm home alone, I called in sick. I didn't go to work because today is the day, that awful day that my boyfriend tried to kill my sisters and I, we all have scars to remember this day, to remember Luke Chamberlain.

I'm only in my underwear, because I'm home alone, Caroline went to Class, after which she'll go to work. I moved closer to the mirror as I traced my scars, scars that decorated my body, maimed my soul. There are certain cloths I can't wear. I tracked each scar, from the cigarette burn on my shoulder, to the iron burn on my