(Jessica)
I truely hurt on the inside, I had to show him... he couldn't just leave it alone could he?
"Lift up the back of my shirt." I said.
"You're shirt?"
"Just do it." I growled.
He lifted it, and what he saw was what he wanted to know. I'd had cigerette open arms. They used my back as an ash tray. I had one tattoo on my back it was a black star with pink colored in. I pulled myself out of his grasp and started walking.
"There ya happy?" I said, my eyes filling with tears of shame.

