She loves the feeling of waking up in the morning, feeling that slight pain on her wrist or her thigh.
Sometimes it's both places.
But it makes her smile. probably the only thing that can ever make her smile. A real smile. Not one of those fake smiles she does every single day of her life.
It's hard, you know. Having a secret kept to yourself, and you know you can't tell the world because you don't want it to know. And you know that you shouldn't do that secret to yourself again.
And that's exactly how she feels.
She's been hiding that secret, only God knows for how long.
And then this morning, she would put on an extra pair of tights, so they were more thicker, and you couldn't see through her jeans, because she wears them every day; but always the same hoodie.
She can't live without that!
She's actually quite surprised that non of her family ever ask her to get it washed, which it never does.
But I don't think she cares; as long as they hide her secrets from the world, she's fine with that.
