Bite Me

I had always been breakable. Always soft and tiny and oh-so-fragile. The slightest fall would result in broken bones or bruises the size of my fist at the very least. That had never changed, not even as I grew up. It was always “Don’t play on the monkey bars, Annika. You could fall and hurt yourself.” Or “Stop jumping off of the swings, Annie. You’re going to break your leg” But this? This was just taking it to the extreme. This was too much. Even for me, The Porcelain Doll.