Though it was middle of the night, Angel lay wide awake in her warm, soft bed, comforted by the neon glow emanating from the fluorescent lamp atop her ceiling. Seeing her husband sleep peacefully beside her, she stared at him, and a troubled, concerned look came over her face.
Somehow, something wasn't right.
She lifted up the sleeve of her warm cotton pajama and stared at the bloody marks on her arm.
" Perfect", it said, in ugly, menacing letters. Just one simple word.
Sure it was just one word. But it said so much more than that.
It said that she was strong, and brave, and that although she had gone through a lot, she had come out more beautiful and powerful than before.
"How in the world did I get here?" she whispered."After everything I've been through."
She turned, and suddenly she saw a fuzzy, familiar teddy bear staring back at her. She smiled.
"Hey I know you."
Reluctantly, the memories and events came flooding back, and she was transported back in time to a different place, where she was a different person entirely, nothing more than a small, innocent child. She smiled at the memory
Secretly, despite everything, she wished to go back.
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Perfect To Me
FanfictionA young woman goes through many struggles and hardships on her journey to becoming a successful artist.
