The shoving effect

Who would ever say that being shoved against a wall would have such a lasting effect?
It's not like I never had been shoved before. Just not in that fashion... Just not so good...
My elbow was left with a scratch. The scratch turned into a scar. The scar reminds me of that night. That night was something else.
Every scar has it's own tale and tales are like old friends: they have to be visited, every once in a while. I visit you every time I look at my arm.