"I want to be c-complete, not perfect." She stuttered out. The floor was cold, tiles upon tiles were arranged in a floral pattern. She lay there unmoving for quite a time. And then she repeated, her voice cut through the silence. "I want to be complete, not perfect." This time she spoke clearer, no longer muttering the phrase. Blood had started gushing out. It was in too many places to recognise the source. Maybe there was more than one. She repeated, "I want to be complete, not perfect." Her voice was full determination. And a hint of... resentment? Her hands uncovered stapler wrapped in cloth. It was a basic one you'd find at the store. The girl screamed out. blood gushed harder as she stapled into herself. "I want to be complete not perfect." She cried out. No longer the timid soul from before. Her knuckled grew white at how hard she held the stapler. The she grabbed another. At a moment's glance no one would realize she was missing all the fingers on her left hand. Or the toes on her right foot. Her hair was jagged. Bald spots where littered across it, and flesh was red and peeling. They were all scattered on the floor in front of her. She was stapling herself back together. Red gushed out more as she when on. One after another. Her screams would be heard from anyone in the vicinity. There was no one in the vicinity. Perhaps she was lucky for that. She let out one last guttural scream. This time it was more animal than human. "I want to be complete, not perfect."