Episode 1.1
Like a baby harp seal, I'm all white. My forearms are thickly bandaged, heavy as clubs. My thighs are wrapped tightly, too; white 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 orphan, I was wrapped in a bedsheet and left on the lawn of Regions Hospital in the freezing sleet and snow, blood sweeping through the flowered sheet.
The security guard who found me was bathed in menthol cigarettes and the flat stink of machine coffee. There was a 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 stars that night. They were like salt against the sky, 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 I died on the cold, wet grass.
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GIRL IN PIECES
Teen FictionYOU CAN SPOT THE GIRLS WHO HAVE IT EASY _________________________________________ AND THEN THERE IS ME. Charlotte Davis is in pieces. At seventeen she's already lost more than most people do in a li...
