The Pretty Project

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So Soon - Mariana's Trench

Never Be - 5 Seconds of Summer

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A fighter. Me? No, she must be mistaken. I'm not a fighter, I'm an insecure little girl. I'm screaming on the inside, praying to a God I don't believe in. I'm so weak that I'm going against my beliefs as a last hope. I'm not strong, I'm about to break down any minute. I, Maddison Bo, am not strong.
And yet, as I walk through the hospital, all eyes on the girl who won't cry, I feel strong. I feel a change in the air, a change in myself.

Maybe she's right, maybe I am a fighter. I mean, I should be screaming and kicking as we enter the operating room, yet I stay completely calm. As the surgeon walks over to me, any other Ugly would be bawling and begging for the chance to escape, and I just stand there, nearly having a stare down with him.

He's beautiful, a natural, obviously. His hair his a dirty blonde, his eyebrows matching the dark roots. His eyes are a vibrant green, a solemn gaze in them. Almost as if he's saddened by the fact that I'm not fighting back. I guess I would be too, if I were in his position. My silence could be taken two ways, as fighting, rebelling, what my surgeon, Candace, took it as. Or as defeat, giving up, no fight left, what he seems to believe it is.

He guides me over to the table, the cold metal slab. His hands shake slightly as he traces over my naked body, marking where they will be cutting into me, where they will be taking fat and tissue out. The market tickles against my skin, his hands starting to shake a bit more.

"Xavier, you need to calm down.." Candace says, rubbing his back gently, warm eyes taking me in. He bites his lip and nods, taking a deep breath as he avoids my eyes. I can say I blame him for being so nervous, he's taking away a life, deleting a soul. He's killing an innocent, a crime that should get you time in prison, but in this day and age, it's the new social norm.

With a deep breath, I lay back on the cold metal slab, a chill running up my bare back at the kiss of the cool metal. I hear them bustling about the room, making sure everything is in order to take a life. I know that Candace has all faith in me to keep my head, literally. I know she believes I am the one, but I have my doubts. I don't think I'll pull through, I don't know how I would. My mind will be wiped clean, I won't have any memory whatsoever. I will basically have a new body, mind and soul.

My eyes lift to see is sparkling green ones looking directly at me. It's not an awkward eye contact, but rather a solemn one. I can see the sympathy behind his eyes, I can see the pain as he attaches the breathing mask. I can hear the vanquish in his voice as he asks me to count down to ten.

"Ten.." Ten years of my life that I can vividly remember. Ten years of being hated, of being mistreated. Ten years of wondering why my mother doesn't love me. Ten.

"Nine.." Nine times I called her grandma instead of grandmother. Only ever when she wasn't around. I would've gotten in trouble if she had been around. Nine..

"Eight.." Eight nights that I didn't cry myself to sleep. Eight..

"Seven.." Seven hours of worrying about today, obsessing over the details. Seven..

"Six.." Six times she apologized for her actions. Six..

"Five.." Five times she actually meant it. Five..

"Four.." Four times I nearly ended my life, feeling worthless as I drug the blade across my wrist. Four..

"Three.." Three times I got her to smile, over something I did. Three..

"Two.." Two times she showed remorse, for her actions, the way she's been acting. Two..

"One.." One time she said I love you. One time she showed me affection. 

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Candace's POV

His hands are steady as he works alongside me, the both of us working diligently. As we watch all the "fat" being taken from her body by the machine, I sigh. Personally, I thought she was perfect the way she was. Slightly chubby but nothing too harsh, long and beautiful brown hair, dazzling brown eyes. We have to change her completely. So nobody will recognize her. When we're finished with her she will have short, blood red hair, sparkling green eyes, and full ruby lips. She will  be the picture of perfection, not a single thing out of place. She will be slender, tall, with the perfect amount of breast and buttock. She will be healthy, she will be as ignorant as the government wants her to be.

She will be a Pretty.

It breaks my heart, it genuinely does. To have to cut into her scalp, just so we can damage her brain. Just so we can mess with her genetic codes. She will be so broken even Stem Cells wont be able to fix her. [1] She won't remember if she had a family before the auction, she won't remember if she was ever loved by anyone. She will be happy with not knowing, she will be the true meaning of ignorance is bliss. And it kills me. She doesn't deserve this, none of them do.

But I needn't worry, because she is my fighter. She is the girl that didn't cry, she is the girl that showed no fear. She is my hero, she is my last hope.

"It's all up to you now.." I whisper in her ear as my partner stiches her up. When she wakes we'll change her hair style. Right now the pigments are setting in, and it's quite amazing to watch as all the brown slowly but surely turns itself red. I'm not quite sure why it happens this way, so magically, like from a movie, but it does. And it's simply amazing.

"Candace.. Do you think she's the one?" I look up at him, looking into his sorrowful eyes. As he searches mine for an answer, I give a small smile and nod.

"Yes, Xavier, I do in fact think she is the one we've been waiting for."

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Okay, hopefully you have not stopped reading, because I know I would have by now. I have a quest for you all, I have a twitter for this book, and I want you all to follow it. The username for my twitter is @Official__Liv and it is basically an update on the book account. I will post pictures, both about the book and maybe some funny things as well. I am quite excited to get this book and account up and running, both with more frequent updates and more frequent tweets to keep you all entertained. Just a warning, I tend to think that I am funny, however I'm sure that I'm not. So, my sincerest of apologies.

While I have your attention, I might as well inform you that I will be seeing a doctor about Teen Depression. It is a very serious matter so if I do have a lack of update I am genuine with the apology.

[1] Stem Cells are cells in the human body, and other lifeform's bodies, that can adapt to anything in the body, be it blood type or brain cells. They are using them in research for cancer, it could be used as a possible cure. However, they're not so easy to get your hands on, which is why there is still no cure for cancer. But, with the help of Stem Cells and their donators, cancer will have a cure in no time. Hopefully.

You're probably wondering why I know so much about Stem Cells, or even just the genetic coding system in general. No, I am not a doctor, I'm simply a sixteen year old girl from some small town in some small state you've probably never heard of. However, last year in my sophomore year at some small highscchool I will not bother to name due to a pure loathing of it, we had a semenar on Genetics and everything to do with them. I did in deed keep my notes, and I retained quite a bit of information from the semenar. The subject has always interested me, and so it is only fitting to use what I know in my book. After all, write what you know, yes?