i splashed icy cleer watir onto mi alredy icy face. it felt hot on mi skin. i waz nakid and had skin dat was porclain excep 4 mi gashes n cutz that grazed mi 4arms and thies. i threw my hed bac and lukid in2 mi brokin mirrer. The glas had a crack in it, and tha shards that had brokin off lay below it, dusty, untuched, since thiy first fel thar. it had bin sevin yeers to date since that mirrer broke, but i dindnt no. but i new todey waz tha de i wud git lucky, tho i thot that evry morning. i shimeed 2 mi wardrobe that was big black and antique. it creeked open bi itself. i pulled owt a long blak dress covered in lace. i wore fishnetz on mi armz and legz and blak underwar. i wore blak lace up kombat boots and a necklase that was the tooth of a shark, coroding and decaying with age. i laced mi eyes with thik blak eyliner. i smoothed blak lipstik ovir mi lips. i did not need fowndasion or mascara becuz mi face waz alredy pale az fresh fallewn snow that had not been trampled threw yet an my eyelashes longar than those ov a dadddy long leg. i turned round slowly, sinsing a presents, and saw him in tha door wey...