Episode 2.2
We're never in darkness. Every room has lights in the walls that ping on the four p.m. and ping off at six a.m. They're small, but bright. Louisa doesn't like light. Scratchy curtains cover the windows and she makes sure to pull them shut, tightly, every night before bed, to block out the squares of yellow from the office building next door. Then she drapes the bedsheet over her head for good measure.
Tonight, as soon as she's asleep, I kick the sheets off and pull the curtains apart. Maybe I'm looking for the salt stars. I don't know.
I owe in the metal toilet, watching the silent lump of Louisa beneath her pile of covers. In the weird mirror, my hair looks like snakes. I squeeze the mats and dreads in my fingers. My hair still smells like dirt and concrete, attic and dust, and makes me feel sick.
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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...
