Literature
Newborn
I.
There was a girl who was crooked in all the wrong places. Her knees were knobbly and pale, scabbed and thin in the morning sun; her heart misshapen, her brain foggy. Everything about her was defective, a time bomb. She was rotten on the inside. Erratic breathing would disappear into the thick mist of a hot shower as she tried to wash away her imperfections, and when that didn't work, she tried to snip them away.
II.
December 15th, 2009 was the first time. She just couldn't help herself and neither could anyone else so she hurt herself instead. Pain was suddenly the most amazing sensation she'd ever experienced, or maybe just the only se