You always wondered about Barbie’s marks,what caused them or what were they,since,one could say by just looking quickly that they were tattoos

But when you look at them carefully you could notice that they were not exactly that,but something else,but Barbie not wanting anyone to touch those marks, did not help at all to stop your doubt, and every time you mentioned or asked about them,no matter the way,she would always simply change the subject, dodge it or tell you that it was not your business

she was next to you in the couch,scrolling through her phone not minding you much,you stared at her, and then at her arms, those questions ran through your head, and without even realizing, your hand moved by itself reaching for her, slightly yet gently brushing Barbie's marks

that's when you felt those were scars,you gently caressed them as Barbie became aware of your touch

"What the fuck are you doing-?"

she shoved your hand away with her hand, looking at you with a judging gaze