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What am I even doing? It’s just a silly thing Sienna played with when she was a kid. I don’t know why she kept it under the floorboard.

Unless her parents threatened to toss it away because she’s a grown woman now, and she preferred to keep it.

I flip through the pages until I find a list.

The title at the top says:my imperfections.

My frown deepens as I read through them. What is she even talking about? Her body is perfect. It probably always has been.

On the next page, there’s another list.

She kept a record of everything she ate that day.

And then the next.

And so on.

I keep going until I reach the end. There’s a drawing of a heart with a knife going straight through it.

Ugly. Ugly. Ugly. Ugly.

I’ll never be pretty enough.

Not enough.

Never enough.

I stare at the sentences Sienna wrote over and over again. How old was she when she wrote that? Does she still think it?

I don’t know why, but it makes me angry.

Someone must’ve made her feel this way.

I want their blood.

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