there are no scars on the outside , james , only on the inside . i stayed where i was , a feeling of dread stealing over me . `` when my dad came home for the funeral , i assumed he would take me with him . she moved to his side again and stepped close , drinking in the sight and scent of him . the abyss swallowed her beauty and left nothing to love . he could hear the approaching footsteps they were coming fast and hard . 