A Boy Asked Me to Dance at Prom Because No One Else Would Due to My Scars – The Next Day, His Parents and Officers Showed up at My Door

But before heading home, we stopped at the police station.

I expected to feel anger.

I found the officers from that morning and told them everything Mason admitted.

And when they asked whether I wanted to move forward with charges, I shook my head.

“No,” I said. “I don’t, and I’m sure my mother won’t, either.”

Because nothing was going to erase my scars.