disclaimer: i do NOT own 'twilight' nor any of the sequels or other books written by stephenie meyer... i do own this laptop, a very odd selection of music, and a ton of crap! ( :

"I am that girl.

I am the space between my thighs,

daylight shining through.

I am the library aide who hides in Fantasy.

I am the circus freak encased in beeswax.

I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame."

~ Wintergirls, by Laurie Halse Anderson

Normal girls live normal lives, in normal houses with normal families... whole families, and two parents and maybe a sibling or two. Or maybe not. Anyhow, I am not a normal girl. I can see myself, inside of my skin, hiding from the rest of the world. They don't see me clearly at all. They think I am sick, twisted and out of my smalltinyweak brain. They just can't see.

I pretend that I am normal, of course I do. They still see me, see the prettiest, thinnest, best. My parents see what they want, or, they did, before they died. That was a year ago, now nobody cares/sees enough to care. My foster parents are caring enough I suppose, but that is for the normal girls who don't cut, who do eat, who care for themselves. I have nothing to care for, no reasons, so why shouldn't I be the best, the thinnest, the prettiest.

I am that girl.

A/N:

tell me what you think, I hope you like this.. it's a bit different, but I was inspired.

~ Lil Briar Rose Masochist