Jessica POV :||

I scrambled of the boat, and ran to who knows where?

I let the tears falls as I ran. John, George, and Ringo, made fun of my scar. I'm used to it, but from them? My idols? Unbelievable. I wiped my tears, and cried even harder.

My scar burned, and my lungs burned.

My eyes burned with tears.

My legs made slower, sloppier movements.

I sat down by a tree, and chocked on a sob. "Fuck you all." I screamed.

I sobbed harder, and touched my scar.

"FUCK YOU DAD! FUCK THE DAY I WAS BORN! FUCK MY LIFE! FUCK ME! FUCK ALL THIS SHIT!" I shouted, crying.

I can't be saved from the words I speak. I bring myself down with words, I abuse myself with words, I hate myself because of words. Words have hurt me more than actions can ever.

John, George, and Ringo may have not punched me, or kicked me, or do anything physical. But, they have hurt me mentally, and emotionally.

Words leave invisible bruises and scars.

People just don't realize what pain they leave with words.

Written By Chandler.