looking in the mirror

there is this girl, she lives around where I do. We're pretty close even though she never really tells me anything about her life. Now, anyone that sees her would naturally think there was nothing wrong because of the "I just hit the lottery" smile she keeps on her face. Little do they know this girl has a dark past dangerous enough to scare the grim reaper, his brother the devil, and his worst enemy, god. She's wrapped in skin covered by tattoos and clothes she wears to satisfy the thirst of wanting to be noticed. She also has tattoos she did herself but not by the tip of some ink filed needle.. No her tattoo gun was slightly small about a inch and a half long, very thin, with an edge sharp enough to cover ones insecurities. She wears last year in her sleeves, yesterday blasting in her ears, today around her wrist, tomorrow in her hands and next week in her pockets. to be continued