Pallid

Celeste was pallid, smooth skin covering small bluish green lines and china doll eyes and pink and blue and bleached hair. She was a mass of bones set in the shape of a body with skin. She was a lump of sarcasm and innocence and angst and dreams and aspirations molded into a scrawny frame of a girl.

She felt trapped.

Maybe that’s why she did it.

I don’t know.