Page 372 of Glass (Crank 2)

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fucked up when I see it, and

you’re fucked up every time

I see you. You’ve got to stop. Or die.

“Don’t you get it, Mom? I really don’t

give a shit if I die. What,

exactly, is there to live for?”

Holy crap. Did I just say

that? And did I mean it?

Damn, maybe I did. Maybe I really did.

Mom’s eyes tear up. There’s not a lot

more to say, is there?

I’m your mother, and

I’ll always love you. But

I can’t watch this any

more. Clean up. Or don’t call again.

I Locate the Ladies’ Room

Luckily, it’s empty, no

one to see the vacant-

eyed girl, staring

in the mirror.

Staring at a stranger

who doesn’t care

if she dies. Maybe

wants to die.

Who would care

if I died?

My face is hollow-

cheeked, spiced with sores—

the places where I stab

at bugs. Tiny bugs,

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