~Sienna~

I stand in front of the vanity mirror, the coolvscent of the scar-fading cream lingering on my fingertips. I carefully dab a small amount onto the side of my hairline, tracing the thin, jagged line where the stitches used to be. The doctor was right, it’s healing beautifully. It’s just a tiny, pale split now, a faint map of a night I’m trying so hard to pack away into the back of my mind.

I feel good today. I feel human again. I catch my own reflection and realize the color has ...