Gracelessly, she went through her daily life. Some days are better than others. Anyone who found out would abandon her she was sure. Cutting was her secret. Whatever, she could do this. Damn it! School was utter hell. Insufferable it was, day after day. Life was debatable. Maybe she should just disappear. As if, she was too much of a coward. As if she didn't have that thought .day. Moving through the motions was her main goal now. Maybe she could be normal. Heroine, she was not. Parading around with her dirty secret was impossible. Praise for her baggy hoodies. For without them, she'd be discovered. Water was what she wanted life to be like, fluid. For if it was not, how could she continue? Elephants had to have an easier time hiding secrets, even with their life time of locked away secrets never forgotten. Lively, were her friends. With them, she had to fake it. Historical fiction of the Victorian era was about as lively as she truly was. Details of her true life never mentioned, her cuts hidden behind clothes and locked doors and excuses. Unexpected, she supposed it was, for her to be this way.