Lavender Nights — Chapter Four

MARIANNE

I repressed my anger, it never got the best of me because it never did me any good, like right now for instance — the stupid feign of innocence when I knew exactly what he meant. That I was practically akin to skin and bones. I knew that you could break me if you merely grabbed at me — if you squeezed my neck just right it would snap. I was a menace to look at, that’s why I avoided the mirror…