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Living Dead Girl
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“I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.”
― Living Dead Girl
― Living Dead Girl
“The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating”
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― Living Dead Girl
“Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace -- grace you can reach for.”
― Living Dead Girl
― Living Dead Girl
“I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just
keep falling and falling and falling.”
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keep falling and falling and falling.”
― Living Dead Girl
“I'd forgotten how much feelings hurt.”
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― Living Dead Girl
“She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.”
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― Living Dead Girl
“Three life lessons:
1.No one will see you.
2.No one will say anything.
3.No one will save you.”
― Living Dead Girl
1.No one will see you.
2.No one will say anything.
3.No one will save you.”
― Living Dead Girl
“I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.”
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― Living Dead Girl
“Once upon a time, I did not live in Shady Pines. Once upon a time, my name was not Alice. Once upon a time, I didn't know how lucky I was.”
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― Living Dead Girl
“the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are”
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― Living Dead Girl
“Little Alice, all hollowed out, so easy to smash into a million little pieces.”
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― Living Dead Girl
“I AM FREE.”
― Living Dead Girl
― Living Dead Girl
“The thing is, you can get used to anything. You think you can't, you want to die, but you don't. You won't. You just are.”
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― Living Dead Girl
“I am the living dead girl because I am too weak to die.”
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― Living Dead Girl
“And in the end blood and tears are alike because they stop too.”
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― Living Dead Girl
“It will be over soon, finally, but the thing about hearts is that they want to keep beating. They want to keep beating.”
― Living Dead Girl
― Living Dead Girl
“This death expert said it's everything underground that makes grass so green. That dead things make the living. I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.”
― Living Dead Girl
― Living Dead Girl
“Once upon a time, there was a girl. She lived at 623 Daisy Lane. Her parents were named Helen and Glenn and she had a room with blue walls.
She had a computer and a desk and nail polish that she could wear to school. She would put on eye shadow in the school bathroom with her friends. Blue to match her eyes.
She was almost ten. And right before her birthday, she got sick and had to stay home and missed the big trip to see the aquarium, but her friends said it sucked and there weren't any dolphins and her parents said she never ever had to go there.
She had her party and ate cake and ice cream and then... and then...
And then that's where the story ended. Even then, in the beginning, when I tried to pretend, I couldn't.
Nothing waited for that girl after she missed her trip. Nothing I could see past her room and her parents and they didn't fade, never faded, but froze, never moving.
What had been became what was and a story only works when you know the ending. When the people in it don't seem like pretend. When you can think about that girl and how she was once upon a time, and see her.
When you don't already know the story is a lie.”
― Living Dead Girl
She had a computer and a desk and nail polish that she could wear to school. She would put on eye shadow in the school bathroom with her friends. Blue to match her eyes.
She was almost ten. And right before her birthday, she got sick and had to stay home and missed the big trip to see the aquarium, but her friends said it sucked and there weren't any dolphins and her parents said she never ever had to go there.
She had her party and ate cake and ice cream and then... and then...
And then that's where the story ended. Even then, in the beginning, when I tried to pretend, I couldn't.
Nothing waited for that girl after she missed her trip. Nothing I could see past her room and her parents and they didn't fade, never faded, but froze, never moving.
What had been became what was and a story only works when you know the ending. When the people in it don't seem like pretend. When you can think about that girl and how she was once upon a time, and see her.
When you don't already know the story is a lie.”
― Living Dead Girl
“I want him to take her tomorrow. I want that little girl here now, where I am. I want her to be Ray's love, to bear it. I don't care that TV and the preacher at church say that children are treasures or little miracles or special.
They are flesh and blood like the shell around me, a thing waiting to be molded by someone's will, and Ray wants that job. I don't care if he takes it. If he takes everyone and everything, every child from every place. I just want him to leave me.”
― Living Dead Girl
They are flesh and blood like the shell around me, a thing waiting to be molded by someone's will, and Ray wants that job. I don't care if he takes it. If he takes everyone and everything, every child from every place. I just want him to leave me.”
― Living Dead Girl
“Ray has never come out and said it, but I know from years of listening to him dream that his mother did to him what he does to me.
Held him down, rubbed him raw, broke him open. In them, he cries and begs her not to touch him, that he doesn't want to go inside her, that he is a good boy, he really is.
I let Ray have his nightmares, watch him thrash and listen to his voice squeak with fear. I lie there and watch him and wish he was trapped back there, with her and had never broken free.”
― Living Dead Girl
Held him down, rubbed him raw, broke him open. In them, he cries and begs her not to touch him, that he doesn't want to go inside her, that he is a good boy, he really is.
I let Ray have his nightmares, watch him thrash and listen to his voice squeak with fear. I lie there and watch him and wish he was trapped back there, with her and had never broken free.”
― Living Dead Girl
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl.
She took long showers every night, swimming in the water rushing over her and washing her hair till it squeaked when she ran her hands down it, parents sighing why do you have to be so clean?
It was like she knew, in a way. Like that water was grace and soon she would not be able to find it. Soon nothing would make her more than what she was. Nothing would make her whole.”
― Living Dead Girl
She took long showers every night, swimming in the water rushing over her and washing her hair till it squeaked when she ran her hands down it, parents sighing why do you have to be so clean?
It was like she knew, in a way. Like that water was grace and soon she would not be able to find it. Soon nothing would make her more than what she was. Nothing would make her whole.”
― Living Dead Girl
“I lean over and touch the grass instead. I have not felt grass in years. Ray doesn't like me getting dirty. It doesn't feel like much of anything, and I am oddly disappointed, like when the soap operas are taken off so someone important in a tie can talk about things that don't matter because they will never reach me. Ray has me wrapped up tight from the world.”
― Living Dead Girl
― Living Dead Girl
“I have to wear jeans, dark and stiff and too small, cutting into my waist and leaving my ankles bare.
My shirt is pink, pale like the first blush of hurt skin, just a little blow to let you know you are here, that you are not leaving. That you must open your eyes and see.”
― Living Dead Girl
My shirt is pink, pale like the first blush of hurt skin, just a little blow to let you know you are here, that you are not leaving. That you must open your eyes and see.”
― Living Dead Girl
“I don't understand why my shell keeps living. Breathing.
Why won't it listen to me, to the little part I have that isn't Ray, to that tiny once upon a time girl who just wants to close her eyes and never wake up again?
623 Daisy Lane. Helen and Glenn. That's why. Once upon a time, I belonged to them and they shouldn't suffer for that.”
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Why won't it listen to me, to the little part I have that isn't Ray, to that tiny once upon a time girl who just wants to close her eyes and never wake up again?
623 Daisy Lane. Helen and Glenn. That's why. Once upon a time, I belonged to them and they shouldn't suffer for that.”
― Living Dead Girl
“I have found Ray's new girl. I have found the new me.
I think about her all the way home, how she will cry and scream and plead just like I did. It makes me smile.
Everyone on the bus who sees me smile looks away. They see that I am all wrong, that my smile means someone else's pain, but no one says anything.”
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I think about her all the way home, how she will cry and scream and plead just like I did. It makes me smile.
Everyone on the bus who sees me smile looks away. They see that I am all wrong, that my smile means someone else's pain, but no one says anything.”
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“I will find him one, a beautiful little stupid girl, as dumb as the one at 623 Daisy Lane used to be and show her to him. He will want her, with her little limbs and happy face and solid, live flesh.
She will become the new Alice and he will want her so much he will forget all about me. Kill me to teach her a lesson, probably, and then move on.
Yes, that is what will happen. What must happen.”
― Living Dead Girl
She will become the new Alice and he will want her so much he will forget all about me. Kill me to teach her a lesson, probably, and then move on.
Yes, that is what will happen. What must happen.”
― Living Dead Girl
“Sometimes the shows will have on older women with lost eyes and round faces who cry about being abused when they were younger.
They call their Rays names and scream, and the host pats their shoulders or gives them a fast one-armed hug and says things like, "But you survived. You're strong."
Then they will ask why they didn't say anything. Why didn't you tell someone? Why didn't you ask for help? Why didn't you leave him? Why didn't you respect yourself enough to get away?
The women usually crumple, shed their flesh shells and become quivering living dead girls, trapped.
A few will say that no one listens, that people don't want to see and that if you try something, anything, you won't suffer, but others will.”
― Living Dead Girl
They call their Rays names and scream, and the host pats their shoulders or gives them a fast one-armed hug and says things like, "But you survived. You're strong."
Then they will ask why they didn't say anything. Why didn't you tell someone? Why didn't you ask for help? Why didn't you leave him? Why didn't you respect yourself enough to get away?
The women usually crumple, shed their flesh shells and become quivering living dead girls, trapped.
A few will say that no one listens, that people don't want to see and that if you try something, anything, you won't suffer, but others will.”
― Living Dead Girl
“I only got my period once, late last year. And Ray got so angry he took out a knife and made me sit on a chair in the corner of the living room.
He looked at me for a long, long time, and then tied me to the chair and left me there until the bleeding stopped. He wouldn't talk to me, wouldn't look at me. Food and water once a day, a trip to the bathroom each morning and night.
One time, I stood up and blood dripped down my leg and onto the carpet and he threw up. And then he rubbed my face in it.
When the bleeding stopped, he made me scrub myself, the chair, the carpet all around it, and then he threw the chair out and gave me the pills.
"We can work this out," he'd said, and cradled me in his arms, my legs cramping from being curled up so I'd fit on his lap.
"You're my Alice. You're my little girl. You're all I'll ever want.”
― Living Dead Girl
He looked at me for a long, long time, and then tied me to the chair and left me there until the bleeding stopped. He wouldn't talk to me, wouldn't look at me. Food and water once a day, a trip to the bathroom each morning and night.
One time, I stood up and blood dripped down my leg and onto the carpet and he threw up. And then he rubbed my face in it.
When the bleeding stopped, he made me scrub myself, the chair, the carpet all around it, and then he threw the chair out and gave me the pills.
"We can work this out," he'd said, and cradled me in his arms, my legs cramping from being curled up so I'd fit on his lap.
"You're my Alice. You're my little girl. You're all I'll ever want.”
― Living Dead Girl
“Ray makes me shower once a week and I hate coming out of the bathroom.
I hate knowing he's waiting for me, that he will rub his hands and himself all over me and whisper things. His hands used to make me cry, but now I'm used to them.
The thing is, you can get used to anything. You think you can't, you want to die, but you don't. You won't. You just are.”
― Living Dead Girl
I hate knowing he's waiting for me, that he will rub his hands and himself all over me and whisper things. His hands used to make me cry, but now I'm used to them.
The thing is, you can get used to anything. You think you can't, you want to die, but you don't. You won't. You just are.”
― Living Dead Girl
“Sometimes, in the afternoon, if the soaps aren't any good, I'll watch movies about angry, scared women who fight back or teenage girls who suffer but then overcome.
There are always shower scenes in them, shots of the women scrubbing their abuse or grief away. I don't understand this. You can't make yourself clean like that, and fresh-scrubbed skin only invites attention.”
― Living Dead Girl
There are always shower scenes in them, shots of the women scrubbing their abuse or grief away. I don't understand this. You can't make yourself clean like that, and fresh-scrubbed skin only invites attention.”
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