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Only he knows what it's really like to be her. Only he knows that she is a china doll, pretty and delicate, easily broken. He knows how weak she really is, and she hates that.
She hates herself, too. She hates herself every time she slices the small blade across her wrist. And the hatred she has for herself only causes her to cut more. She hates the part of her that wants someone to find out, to care about her. And that she's selfish enough to want extra attention. She hates when she hurts so much she can't take it, when she curls into a ball, head in her hands, crying.
He finds her like this one evening, crying on her bed with her sleeves pulled up, revealing her scars. As soon as she sees him, she ties her 'tough girl' act together, denying everything he had just seen. He stays the night, anyway. Not like anyone will notice, he reasons. Not if her family's really as bad really as bad as she says it is.
Lately he's noticed little things about her. Like the extra makeup she wears to distract from or cover the dark bags under her eyes, or the way she always wears full sleeves. He knows she's broken on the inside, and he wants to help, but she won't let him. She's too proud.
She knows he wants to help her, and he knows she'll never give in. So they continue their never ending chase, the battle they can't help but fight. She wants his help, but she won't let him close enough to hurt her. And he wants to get close to her, his broken china doll. He notices a scar peeking out from under her sleeve, and it reminds him of a crack.
His poor china doll, her ivory colored porcelain skin covered in scars, and her heartbroken eyes watering, but never crying, no, because crying means weakness, and weakness has no place on her world.
She hates herself, too. She hates herself every time she slices the small blade across her wrist. And the hatred she has for herself only causes her to cut more. She hates the part of her that wants someone to find out, to care about her. And that she's selfish enough to want extra attention. She hates when she hurts so much she can't take it, when she curls into a ball, head in her hands, crying.
He finds her like this one evening, crying on her bed with her sleeves pulled up, revealing her scars. As soon as she sees him, she ties her 'tough girl' act together, denying everything he had just seen. He stays the night, anyway. Not like anyone will notice, he reasons. Not if her family's really as bad really as bad as she says it is.
Lately he's noticed little things about her. Like the extra makeup she wears to distract from or cover the dark bags under her eyes, or the way she always wears full sleeves. He knows she's broken on the inside, and he wants to help, but she won't let him. She's too proud.
She knows he wants to help her, and he knows she'll never give in. So they continue their never ending chase, the battle they can't help but fight. She wants his help, but she won't let him close enough to hurt her. And he wants to get close to her, his broken china doll. He notices a scar peeking out from under her sleeve, and it reminds him of a crack.
His poor china doll, her ivory colored porcelain skin covered in scars, and her heartbroken eyes watering, but never crying, no, because crying means weakness, and weakness has no place on her world.
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