Scar's Perspective-

I have to be strong.

I have to hold everyone together.

I have to be perfect.

Never crack.

Not for a single thing.

I have to be there for everyone, to listen.

I have to be the funny one.

I have to be good in classes.

So much,

when I'm so little.

Sometimes I think all the scars on me are from all the burdens I carry.

But I know that's not true.

The truth is...

I'm adopted.

My old family abused me and that's why I have scars.

Luckily, the neighbor found out and called the police, so my parents were arrested, and my neighbor adopted me.

But I was seven at that time, and still remember what my parents were like.

So that's why my new mother named me Scar.

I didn't want to keep my old name.

And she's not mean.

She doesn't force me to do anything or expect me to get straight A's, but I expect it out of myself.

And I don't think that'll ever change.

The Next Day-

"Scar, sweetie, what's wrong?" My mother asked, sitting down next to me.

"I...can't keep it in." I said, taking a deep breath, "Everything feels like it's falling apart, and I don't know what to do."

My mother hugged me.

"It's okay, sweetie."

"No, it's not. I have to do all these things; I have to keep helping- "

"You don't have to do any of those things."

I looked up at her, confused.

"You just chose too."

"Why did I choose to?" I asked, "It's nothing but pain."

"Well, I don't think it's all pain, I'm sure you feel happy when you help out your friends and partners."

I blushed and nodded.

"But I still don't understand...why."

My mother hummed.

"Well, I do."

"Really? Then why did I choose to do this?"

"I think it's because you were so abused as a kid. And I think you think the only way to heal that broken heart and past of yours is to make sure that no one else has to experience the same thing you did."

I looked down, concentrating on everything my mother had just said.

"Do you think...I'll ever get over what happened?"

My mother hummed, thinking.

"I'm sure you will, but it requires you to not put so much pressure on yourself and learn to put yourself first."

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me everyone you're helping right now and who's upset."

"Well...Scott's upset and I'm planning on visiting Martyn's parents with him this weekend, Jimmy seems upset because Scott's upset, Grian's dealing with a whole lot and Mumbo thinks that me and Grian are shoving him out of our relationship. Which...makes sense." Scar sighed, "I have been mean to Mumbo recently."

"Well why don't you invite him over on Sunday? Talk it out with him?"

Scar nodded, "Yeah, okay."

-

"Hey Mumbo." I said, catching up with him at lunch.

"Hey Scar!"

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at my place on Sunday."

"Oh, sure! We helping Grian out?"

"Er- I was actually wondering if it could be just...us."

Mumbo blushed.

I love it when he blushes.

"Uh- y-yeah! Let me make sure my mom's okay with it."

"Great!"

Grian then sat down with a depressed looking Jimmy. Kisha joined us shortly after.

"Jim? What's wrong?" Mumbo asked.

Jimmy jerked his head and we all looked over to see Scott chatting with some guy with white hair.

"Oh, Scott has a new friend?" Kisha asked.

"And look at them, they love each other. I should just give up." Jimmy sighed.

Kisha smacked him on the back of the head.

"OW! What was that for?!"

"You are talking yourself down and telling yourself things that you don't even know are true!" Kisha shouted.

"But look at them!" Jimmy said, motioning to Scott and the other guy.

I looked at the guy Scott was talking to and narrowed my eyes.

"What's that guy's name?" Grian asked.

"Don't know." I said.

I hummed before shrugging and letting Mumbo change the subject to something about robotics.

-

"Hey Scott?" I asked as we grabbed our sketchbooks.

We had art together right after lunch.

"Yeah?" Scott asked.

"Who was that guy you were sitting with at lunch?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh, you mean Rick? Yeah, he's super nice!"

I hummed, "Huh...weird."

"Oh, and he agreed to coming with me to Martyn's house on Saturday, so you don't have to."

"Oh...okay."

"Unless you wanted to!"

"No, no it's fine...it'd probably be a lot for me to go back to that house but not see him."

"Tell me about it."

I watched as Scott doodled before asking,

"How are you doing with...that?"

"Well, he's my ex, I should be over him. But...I'm not. I still love him. And Grian told me that he'd always love me." Scott said, smiling faintly with a light pink dusting his cheeks.

"Wait," He said, shaking his head, "That reminds me, what are you and Grian hiding from me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...there's something...weird."

I sighed.

"Here, I'll show you." I said.

I took out a purple-colored pencil and drew an eye.

I then looked up at Scott, who looked confused.

"Yeah, that's an eye. That's the...tattoo that...Grian...had..." Scott kept trailing off, thinking.

He then gasped.

"Wait! Grian doesn't have the tattoo anymore!"

"It was temporary." I lied.

"Pssh, yeah right. Grian acted so weird and...glitchy when he had it. That's no coincidence."

I shrugged and Scott smirked.

"I'm gonna figure it out."

"You do that." I said, ripping out that drawing and throwing it away.

I tried to toss it in, but it didn't make it.

"Ooo, so close."

I continued my talk with Scott, not realizing that someone had come in the class, noticed my drawing on the floor, uncrumpled it, and pocketed it before leaving.