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Jameson had scars. There were the visible ones- the cuts crossing face -and the not-so-visible ones, like the nightmares that woke him screaming every morning. To the outside, he had everything. Money, a family, a future. To everyone who knew him, he was falling apart inside.
Running from his demons was all Jameson had ever known. So he became reckless, stupid, pushing himself to the very brink of human endurance, and then sometimes pushing past it.
He hurt.
There was one scar in particular that transgressed all boundaries. A deep slash across his cheek, that should have disfigured his face but instead made him more handsome. Every time he hurt, every time he was hurt, he just came out looking a thousand times better. He never looked like he was about to fall apart.
Because Jameson didn’t fall apart. Jameson was okay, Jameson was perfect, Jameson was brilliant.
The cut on his cheek was a reminder of a thousand things wrong. It was a reminder of broken glass, and blue bellflowers lying on the ground, scattered across the floor. It was a reminder of blood dripping from his face to the floor, swirling around his palms, leaving streaks of crimson red.
It was a reminder of the screams and the lights and the desperate, hollow feeling that always swallowed him.
It had happened on a rainy morning, too early. It had happened with a few too many drinks from a man who claimed to love him. It happened with a strike so quick, he couldn’t blink. It happened with the shattering of the bottle, the shattering of the vase. And then Jameson was on the ground bleeding, bleeding, bleeding.
It was the nightmare that had always haunted him. The screams that night were the voices that tried to creep into his mind.
Jameson was broken, Jameson was hurting, Jameson was shattered.
And the darkness swallowed him.
Jayde Velasco • Feb 28, 2024 at 1:04 pm
🙂