After getting out of the shower you go to the mirror with a brush in hand only for you to drop it in shock all the scars on your body were gone the claw marks from your cats or that one burn mark you got from a hot glue gun they were all gone you search your body only to come up with nothing all the scars you had were gone “this isn’t my body” you whispered in horror but it had to be you didn’t look different the scars were the only think gone you touch the places were the scars used to be they were smooth as silk why didn't you notice not scratch that you knew why the scars were small and not that noticeable you wouldn’t have known unless you were looking for it
