Her stomach flipped as he hugged her back.<br/>"Scars don't make a person. It only shows the struggles they have overcome." She stepped back and lifted her shirt, turning around so he could see her back. She knew he saw her naked, but he wasnt really trying to look at her. Her back was a pale cream, with pink lines lining her back. She at least had 50 scars right there, criss-crossing in whip like patterns.<br/>"I understand, you may have more, but to be truthful, who do you think would find this cute?" She let out a sigh, surprised tears hadnt come yet.<br/>"I was left on a doorstep, The family loved me as there own. They took my ears as a t deformity..didn't think much of it, thought maybe it was why my origanal parents left me. At ten, i split my chin. I healed it, on accident. It scared the hell out of me when the cut was clean and closed. My "mom"was standing right in front of me when i did it. They freaked, called me a monster, a freak. My so called "dad" Punished me for being so different. This.....is the result"