It wasn't supposed to turn out like this.
I ever wanted was to walk down the street and have people notice me, compliment me, tell me I was actually worth something. Isn't that what everyone wants, really? You can kid yourself, if you want, and say that you're above that… maybe you like books or Mozart. But deep down, everyone just wants to be noticed for the right reasons and feel like they are beautiful.
After the operation I was supposed to be pretty. I was supposed to have all those things, like people noticing me and complimenting me. But I didn't.
Did you know there is a million to one chance that the operation would go wrong? Well… lucky me, I got to be one in a million.
Despite the name, the pretty operation isn't a pretty thing.
When you go through the operation, they change everything about you. You're stripped down to muscle and bone and built up from scratch. They try to do this quickly, but in some cases it isn't quickly enough. If it wants too, it doesn't take long for your body to reject the new features.
I was lying on the operating table when it happened, my body started to retaliate to the new skin being forced onto me. They had only finished one of my eyes when it happened, the monitors started beeping and the poor unconscious girl started convulsing in pain. They pulled all the machines of me and threw me out, as they realised what had happened.
So that's how I ended up here.
I was here for about an hour before any of you tried to come out and introduce yourselves. In retrospect if you had come out earlier I wouldn't be in this situation. You see, when you left me alone here, you left me with a mirror.
In that hour before you came I managed to see what I had become. I looked in that mirror and saw a monster looking back at me. One eye, perfect and large, was sitting next to one ugly eye. The new skin they tried to make me wear, was falling off my body in huge heaps. Big patches of my new skin completely fell off, leaving open windows to the pulsing muscle located below it.
Seeing that image was maddening, to this day I can't get it out of my mind. But the minute I saw it, I had to try to get it out. So I took those fire pokers to my eye and, well, the rest is history.
Oh you hadn't noticed, really?
Maybe I was born with my eyes this shade of grey; maybe that far off stare into the distance is just a daydream or I'm just naturally this clumsy. If I could see, why would I be sheltering with all of you in this dingy underground? If I can't even look at myself, how could I stand to see you freaks everyday?
All I ever wanted was to be pretty.
But now I'm stuck with all of you, hiding my face from the world.
A monster, a freak-of-nature.
Hideous.