Prompt 19
Title: Unconditional
Author: Devonwood
Format & Word Count: Drabble; 278
Rating: PG-13, T
Prompt: Prompt 19 (scar)
Warning: Implied sex
Summary: I used to think my mother was the only one with unconditional love.
Author's Note: I got “Scars” by Papa Roach stuck in my head, and this is the result. =D
I can account for every one of my scars.
Granted, some of the memories are a little sketchy in detail- whether from the lack of Wolfsbane, or old age, I’ll never know. But, I can still remember the dates.
The long and jagged one running down my face, over the bridge of my nose, is from my first transformation outside of St.Mungo’s. I gripped my face in fear as fur started rippling over my flesh, and my fingernails had already turned to claws.
The small, uniform rows of dots on my chest are from when I transformed in the Shrieking Shack. The floor was littered with broken and rusted nails, and I usually ended up pressing my weight into them as I slept.
The ones that litter my arms and legs are from fights with myself. Not having other wolves around is dangerous, as I tended to turn on my own body when there was no food. A bite impression is in my left forearm, and the canine teeth are plainly visible.
When I was younger, my mother used to tell me that she loved me with or without my scars. I used to think that she was the only one who harbored these feelings; the only one with unconditional love.
The ones on my back are small, and start at the top of my neck. They are thin lines, white lines. They are reminders of fingernails scoring my back as the pressure inside becomes too intense. They are the lashes of a lover, the trails of a female marking her territory.
I can account for all of my scars.
But some memories are more pleasant than others.