"i am not broken," mia says, her eyes wide and dead in the mirror. "i am not broken. i am not broken. i am not broken."
she has five bruises on her hip in the shape of fingerprints. she doesn't even want to begin thinking about that.
"i am not dead. i am not dead. i am not dead."
she looks dead. like her body was dumped in a swamp and then someone dragged her out. the lady of the lake.
"i am not alone," she bites out, her lip curling back like a feral dog. "i am not alone. i am not alone. i am not alone."
there is no one there to affirm it.
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Teen Fictionremember when you said i was sick in the head? i'm only halfway there. // copyright © elsa emmalise 2014. all rights reserved.
