LIKE A BABY HARP SEAL, I'M ALL WHIES. MY FOREARMS ARE thickly bandaged, heavy as clubs. My thighs are wrapped tightly, too, whire gauze peeks out from the shorts Nurse Ava pulled from the lost and found box behind the nurses' station.
Like an orphan, I came here with no clothes. Like an or phin, I was wrapped in a bedsheet and left on the lawn of Regions Hospital in the freezing sleet and snow, blood seeping through the flowered sheet.
The security guard who found me was hathed in menthol cigarettes and the flat stink of machine coffee. There was curly forest of white hair inside his nostrils.
He said, "Holy Mother of God, girl, what's been done to you
My mother didn't come to claim me.
But, I remember the state that night. They were like salt against the sicy, like someone spilled the shaker against very dark cloth.
That mattered to me, their accidental beauty. The last thing I thought I might see before died on the cold, wet graak
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girl in pieces Part 1
ChickLitCharlotte Davis is in pieces. At seventeen she's already lost more than most people do in a lifetime. But she's learned how to forget. The broken glass washes away the sorrow until there is nothing but calm. You don't have to think about your father...
