"How are you?" He asks, ice blue eyes glinting in the light.
"I'm fine."
He knows my hip dislocated randomly. Again. Why won't he take me to the hospital? Something is very wrong.
"You have work to do."
"I'm in pain."
"You said you were fine."
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Diary of a Chronically ill Zebra
Short StoryA story about a girl who is struggling to discover what is wrong which her body that is seemingly falling apart, all the while dealing with a verbally and physically abusive parent.
