She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.

There is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of his neck and I hold on to him. I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away.

Living in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person.

It is the face of a girl who has seen the world, who realizes that it hates her, and who hates it in return.

We can change so many times in our lives. We're born into a family, and it's the only life we can imagine, but it changes. Buildings collapse. Fires burn. And the next second we're someplace else entirely, going through different motions and trying to keep up with this new person we've become.

What have you done? What have you given up?' So many things, Cecily. More than you know.