The Last Second Choice — Viola's Old Scars

Syrah pretends to help me inside, but before she gets far, Kale stops her. Everyone turns to Kale in surprise, trying to read the cold look on his face. I said leave her alone. Kale looks up at me, the firelight glowing across his handsome face.

But what comes out of his mouth feels like a nightmare. Viola, if you're pretending to be scared of fire to get sympathy, You're wasting your time his friends immediately pile on he's right Viola. Stop making such a big deal out of it It's just a bonfire

Sarah's been looking forward to this forever Everyone's here. So don't ruin it for the rest of us The other guests start whispering among themselves Their murmurs drift into my ears

They're all saying I'm being too sensitive and dramatic. I Look coldly at the faces around the fire have nothing left to say once I shut the bedroom door the noise and judgment from the courtyard stay outside the old scars on my back keep throbbing everything

that just happened at the bonfire keeps replaying in my head eight years ago I ran into a burning building to save an unconscious kale these scars are what I got in return my parents rushed there and died trying to save me back then kale