KorruptedKandy

I am a scab.  Not one that you notice right away, but the kind you simply discover one day with no idea how it came to be.  After you find it, you can't stop thinking about it; wanting to touch it, scratch it, pick at it.  Watch it bleed.  Eventually, you lose interest and stop paying it any attention.  The scab fades away, only occasionally leaving a spot to remind you that it once existed.  Sometimes, its like I never existed at all.  I am a scab.

A woman pins a piece of paper to her shirt directly above her heart that reads, "Love me."  That is what every woman that passes her reads.  The men, when they see the piece of paper read, "Lie to me."

There is a woman floating under the water.  Obviously drowned, slightly blue and and beginning to bloat, with a halo of red hair.  Her eyes a cold ice blue wide open.  The word LIES in a wavy water like font are written all over, covering her.