Bonus: Asher's Point of View
(That's correct, you read that right. Though I myself aren't a fan of multiple POV's in one book, I couldn't resist from doing this :0 so sorry if you're just like me. If you're not I hope you enjoy reading it!)

I disappeared into books when I was very young, disappeared into them like someone running into the woods. 
-Rebecca Solnit

I freeze, stuck staring halfway through a step.

Eliza had just took off her sweatshirt, though I didn't bother to look what that meant until now, small waist squeezed by a tank top and wide hips shown off by her low hanging jeans.

But on both her arms, the small slip of skin on her sides I can see and upper chest were all cover- -covered- -in fine cross hatching of white and pink scars, with hundreds of circular scars I know exactly how she got, with a few puckers of former deep punctures, words and small, messy phrases scattered across what was supposed to be smooth, tan skin.

I just stood until common sense hit me, then quickly stepped forward and dropped my own sweatshirt to the ground and pulled on the massive one she gave me.

It hadn't even occurred to me until now that, unlike Link or even me, my Blue always wore as many layers as she could. Always did things to deter people from staring at her, and snapped when they did. I know she always changed in the seperate bathroom instead of the locker rooms that even I go to for gym.

I couldn't imagine what might have caused that much damage, as she didn't have any other bruises or injuries, no clear sign of abuse. If someone had done hat to her, it was no wonder why she hated being touched.

She still stood there, glaring around at the rest of the class like they just did some terrible thing. Acting like she's fine. How can anyone be fine after something like....that was done to them?

A faint flush goes up my cheeks, my eyes unable to move from her body.

"I'm done." I say, much too quietly for my liking. Her electric blue eyes snap to me, moving over me in an observational way.

For some odd reason she looks pleased, like somehow this turn of events is okay. Which they really, really aren't.

Some scared-of-the-real-world part of me wishes I never saw her scars, that I'd never know how damaged she is. That she didn't change in my mind, because she has, that she's still some untouchable perfect girl, but instead a person like me.

"Go back to jerking off or whatever the fuck you were doing." Eliza's authoritative voice goes around the quiet classroom, instantly I can tell people go to gossiping about what happened, looking over to us and talking.

Something that gets me the most is how they're looking at my Wolf girl's scars like they're supposed to be gawked at like a museum or to be poked at.

Something I hate the most is how I am doing that too, even though I know how it feels to be starred at.

But these scars are different -they're on her. My Blue has scars, bad ones, and I just can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that someone managed to hurt the strongest person I know.

Before...she seemed untouchable.

Now I absolutely despise the fact that someone touched her.

"Why is it people have such a hard time minding their own god damn business? Its a body, if you're so interested go look in a fucking mirror but leave me out of the constate wall of stupidity you slam up as you somehow manage to think I don't notice you staring. All you assholes, fuck off." Her shout barely snaps me out of my frozen state, too consumed with negative feelings and bad memories. Memories that got me scars just like hers.

The next thing I know I'm being snapped at from my Blue, making me listen to her and sit down beside her immediately.

God she is so small compared to me, to most people, despite how big she can make herself appear. It makes me nauseous just thinking about it.

She didn't deserve scars like that, not at all.

When the bell rings I nearly get whiplash trying to follow how fast she gets out of her seat and to the hall. The loud noise isn't even cancelled by the time she's in the hall.

For the rest of my classes I can't focus on anything but Eliza and the hidden pain in her eyes, the white lines on her arms. Even when I get called on, which doesn't happen much, the teacher have to move on.

I simply can't focus on anything else when it comes to the alternate ignoring a blue eyed girl's abuse.

"Ash. Ash. Asher." Lincoln snaps in my face, bringing me back into reality.

"Y-yeah?" I stutter, wincing when I see the serious I-want-to-shoot-someone slightly constipated look my best friend has.

"You saw-" Though he doesn't finish, can't even seem to get the words out I know exactly what he's asking and nod. He dips his head, looking disappointed.

Knowing him he was hoping he had just imagined it all.

"Do you think any of those were fresh?" I eventually ask, not knowing what answer I'd prefer. "I-I mean, because you know, if they were all old then that means she's probably not abused at home in that way. There's no bruises. But if they're old then we're dealing with really old child abuse, at a young age."

"And that fucks people up." Link concludes, but quickly back tracks. "But that doesn't mean you're fucked up."

"Sure."

"Anyway," He awkwardly clears his throat, running a hand through his red hair. "I don't think any of them looked fresh. In fact, most of them looked years old. Though, they do all look like they came from around the same time."

Thanks to me, Lincoln now knows a lot about scars.

Suddenly a massive presence and a small body join us -making both me and Link stare at her guiltily. This only lasts for a moment, as my eye quickly drift down to her marked arms. He was right, those are old.

But what did she go through to get them?

Did someone in her family cause them, her father?

"God both are you are acting like you've never seen arms before. Quit it." She somehow says rather casually, rolling her too-blue eyes.

Looking down at the table we sit in silence, then Link bumps me and shows me that he sent me a text. Pulling out my phone I answer it, just hypothesising about what happened to her and if we can still help her.

"Boo." Eliza's voice suddenly sounds out, the smooth noise somehow startling both me and my best friend. "Weaklings."

"Aw, and here I was thinking you were the weak one. Just look at them arms," The unfamiliar but smug voice of another guy catches my attention. He slaps her arm but the Wolf girl only appears unaffect. "Not quite as...interesting as five years ago but I think the pale white looks quite nice against your skin."

My Blue snorts, swinging her legs lazily against her chair to face whoever this jerk is.

"I always thought blue looked best on me." Eliza shakes her head like she's actually holding a conversation instead of sardonically replying to. "I've been lied to. Can you believe it! What a horrendous crime."

"You're such a freak, you have no fucking emotions. Are you retarded or do you just want to kill yourself again?" The jerk spits, literally.

"Yuck dude, say it don't spray it." Blue eyes crinckle in a grimace, beautiful features back to smirking in seconds. It sucks how I never noticed someone so attractive until now. "And I don't recall wanting to kill myself in the first place. Man, I learn something new every day."

"You're such a freak. Not to mention you hang out with a-" This jerk is clearly about to say something about me or Link when my Wolf girl growls, literally growls out, and closes his mouth with the toe of her shoes.

How does she make something so animalistic normal, and so...endearing at the same time?

"I'm stopping you there. Now I really give zero shits what you say about me, but once you cross the line of the people I actually do care about there's no going back. I suggest you go back to circle jerking with all the other jocks before I do something we both regret learning a person could do to another."

Care about?

She talking about me.

And stupid me actually gets happy at this and I end up with a blush. I hate it when I blush.

"Freak." The random, rude intruder calls her this before walking away. Already I can tell that Link is ready to get up and fight him, but a small shake of my head stops him.

Not here, not now, not in front of her.

"Fucking coward, god damn. If he wants me dead so much why doesn't he learn to kill someone, like shit." My Blue says darkly, finally looking away from where she was glaring to meet my gaze. "Why-"

Suddenly I realize how freaked out I am by this whole encounter and still shocked from the whole scars thing when Eliza growls again and stands up, storming out of the cafeteria, leaving the entire student body shocked behind her with the force of the slamming door.

"She's..." I trail off, trying to find the right words for what I want to say. With the Wolf girl, my words always get jumbled. My mind is a mess around her, and that's said about someone in a good way for the first time in my life. "She's the type of person I'd live for."

Previously being a person who was suicidal in a way that left more than one scar one my body -self harm can really be bad sometimes, that is a bigger statement for me than most people.

And it's true.

Eliza Wolf sure is something.

The Actual End

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