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She doesn't have a name (she has a number). She doesn't have a family (she has her papa). She doesn't really have a purpose, not anymore; pins and needles aren't enough to stitch broken girls back together.
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It hurts – oh God it hurts so much – just redredred and painpainpain and- well… Hasn't her whole life been like that? Her past, her present, her future… All of it is smeared with crimson fingertips, purple skin, bloody wrists, invisible hands, stained-glass smiles and fairytale villains.
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She can't breathe – can't breathe – can'tcan'tcan'tbreathe – gasping, cringing, flinching, sobbing – i n h a l e... (Please?) but her body won't follow orders, won't… It won't… ("Please…?") And her tears are shimmering under the wintry lights of the operating table – but they're not going to operate on her, are they? They're going to kill her…
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Lucy… That was her name, wasn't it? Lucy. How pretty; gingerbread houses and beautiful boxes and oh- oh, her papa used to tell her stories like that if… If she was a good girl and didn't scream when they stuck those needles – wires – cables into her and watched her bleed. Lucy had hurt herfarmore than the wicked witch or the boxful of horrors; hurt so badly, like a malicious child playing with her dollies – snapping off legs and arms and saying, oh-so-sweetly, "does it hurt…? Does it hurt…?" because dolls – pawns – aren't meant to hurt…
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…But she still does. She hurts and hurts and hurthurthurt – cold, fingers, blood, screaming. Her screaming -"No! Don't hurt me! No more!" – and she thinks how weak, how stupid, how pathetic she is because-
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She let her papa down. She. Let. Him. Down. And though his eyes are always hidden she can feel it. She can feel it in the way he cups her face – holds her hand, holds her heart – and says… and says…
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"Please… Be brave… For me…"
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She didn't have a name (she had a number). She didn't have a family (she had her papa). She didn't really have a purpose (and seven seconds later-
-she wouldn't even have a life.)
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a/n: i love nana :D some of her thoughts while she's on the operating table, & she's thinking she's going to die. yup yup.
