I cant recall when I lost her. But I remember how it felt to lose her. My bones felt an awful ache; ambitious to go away. My spirit was shattered; seeking a stich. The plunging pain of it was permanent; leaving my identity paralyzed. I had to sit down, take a breath, and realize.

That the girl I used to be died....

“Miss Violet, get up from the ground. We have a routine to learn.” Mrs. Mercer spat towards my direction. I collect myself from off the ground, resuming my pirouette. Ever since I was attacked my body has been in bad shape, so a part of me holds gratitude for Mrs. Mercer will to push me pass my limit. “I will only demonstrate once more Violet, you have to put in the effort despite being incapacita...