She stooped for a stone and dropped it down.'Fancy being where that is now,' she said, peering into the blackness; 'fancy going round and round like a mouse in a pail, clutching at the slimy sides, with the water filling your mouth, and looking up to the little patch of sky above.''You had better come in,' said Benson, very quietly. 'You are developing a taste for the morbid and horrible.' ("The Well")

It was a single line amid a wall of hate. It barely made a difference.But it was a start__nd that was all that mattered.

If Amber kept up her act forever, it would only be a matter of time before the broken pieces of her real self were too small to ever be put back together. I didn__ know what happened to people once they were unfixable. I only hoped I never had to find out.

Why do you do it, Amber? Why do you go after people like you do? It__ not who you are.___hat__ the point,_ Amber said. ____ not allowed to be who I really am.

Whenever someone says some- thing about us, it gets written inside us, permanently. The good words, the ugly words, it__ all right here._ I placed a palm against my chest. __ure, you can scribble out the words or try to paint over them, but beneath the layers of paint and ink, they__e still there, branded to our cores like initials carved in a tree.

Don__ you think it__ sad some people are only remembered by the graffiti about them on the bathroom stalls?