I feel like I'm getting a window into your head. Through the sea of metaphors (that I honestly had to annotate like I do in English class), I can really see you and your struggles and your insecurities breaking through. Like you've kept them held in for so long that the only way you could express your inner emotions was to spill them on paper, or—in this case—in a story. I can't wait to read on and see where this pale girl with her bones sticking out comes in. It's honestly pretty triggering to read all this, but since I'm doing it on my free will, you don't have to worry or anything.
You're an amazing writer.