Fractures Chapter 2

Part 1

By: Carelescreature

Disclaimer: It's so SAD, but I seriously do not own skins, I do not even own the laptop I am typing on, as I borrowed it to put this story up .

Authors Note: Ok so this is the last part of Fractures Part 1. Part 2 should be up in a day or two maybe less. It was really necessary to split it like this as Part 1 is just an intro to Fractures part 2 lolz. As I stated it's a Keffy story. On another note I am not really happy bout this bit, but this is the last of part 1 the intro, and when part 2 gets up, the insanity shall begin.

Nude

The doctors say there's no brain damage, but I keep wondering if they ran enough tests, because I can't remember who "Katie Fitch" actually was. I see her standing in the mirror wearing something only she could pull off, but it's like a costume that fits too big. It's like shoes I will never fill.

I don't even know why I have these clothes, it makes no sense to me; none of it does.

It should fit, I should fit. I should be smirking at my tits or something, but I can't. Not when I know this isn't me…

"Katie Fitch" died in those woods, and I can't bring her back. I've tried, I really have.

I go to a club, decked out in something "Katie Fitch" would deem mint. I dance with random blokes, until they give me what I want, but it hurts.

I've tried everything, but she is not coming back, "Katie Fitch is dead…"

She died, and yet there is someone standing in front of this mirror. For as long as I can remember there has always been someone standing in front of THIS mirror, and even then I didn't know who she was.

No there's not a bit of brain damage, somehow the only thing Effy Stonem managed to break was my mask. She left me completely bare and broken. The mask was all "Katie Fitch" had.

Well there use to be on exception the red head thinks softly to herself as she looks over at the bed that has barely been slept in, thinking that if she closes her eyes, and opens them suddenly her sister will be back, and so will "Katie Fitch", only life is not ever that simple, and now all she has is the clothes of a stranger and a scar from the girl who killed "Katie Fitch".

It's all just a reminder of what she once had, but will never have again. She took so much- just so fucking much.

It's only me standing here, it's only ME…